Today's OneWord: Smoking

NO SMOKING, the sign said, until I tore it down and lit my pipe aggressively, the smoke thrashing like an angry third arm across my shoulders. When a waiter stormed over to demand I put the thing out, I threw my bad beer in his face, jostled on my coat, and sauntered outside, pipe still puffing like a chimney. The tobacco was sweet, and the smell clung to my curls and made them feel sticky against my jawline. I felt like myself again.