Mental inconvenience takes a number of forms, one of them is nicotine addiction. Some people with more standard brains than you and I can’t comprehend why we would regularly consume literal poison to feel better instead of, I don’t know, watching a Disney film or running until they sweat and smell.

I have switched over to a vape and mix my own flavorless, scentless juice. I still feel like a pariah when I use it, and stick to alleys and back lots.

I truly wish vape culture hadn’t had that bro moment of douche bags chucking clouds in theaters and making a fuss when imbibing indoors.

I’d be slightly less embarrassed of the pile of addictions I’ve become.