RIP Clove Cigarettes, You Won't Be Missed
I've been a "social smoker" since the age of, hmmm, thirteen, and when I say smoker, I mean cigarettes. I'm not trying to say that one is cooler than the other, or rather cool at all, to be honest I can't muscle the snarkiness right now. I can't even begin to argue the health risk comparisons in the Clove vs. Cigs vs. Weed debate, because frankly, I don't really care. But it looks like Cloves be gone for good, so let's get on with stimulating the economy with taxable marijuana, and finally-- please stop telling me I'm killing myself via my pack of P-Funks.
The folks over at Wunderkammer Magazine are hosting a week long symposium about the deportation of these sexy and habit-forming Indonesian little friends. Personally, I'm just happy that, as of tomorrow, there's one less thing that smells like shit in NYC. Smoke shop owners, well, they have different opinions.
