So Denny's is packed, I got here just after 2 and sat at the counter, still waiting on food. The place is crazy, every drunk in Worcester must've come in when the bars closed. The old man sitting next isn't making love to his tonic and gin, but he does smell like he's made of tabacco ash, and he's gone outside to smoke THREE TIMES in less than an hour. He's nice but he keeps telling weak jokes, which means he breathes in my direction - I think I'm getting contact cancer!
Done. The guy just told me he smokes 5-12 PACKS a day! Then he tells me "It knocks the shit out of my budget." Really? He also said he's 63 - quick, someone get him in the lab to determine why he isn't an ambulatory tumor.