Yeah so OMG WTF - I'm posting this from the fine grind.

The fine grind - it used to be characterized by a the fine mist that trickled out the door after you when you left. No smoking section indeed. The whole city's caught up in the racket. Word on the street is that you won't even be able to smoke in the turf club anymore, the turf club; shit you expected to whipe the grime off your glasses after heading there for a pint and now crystal clear air, nothing to cover up the stank of urine and spilled swill. Oh yeah, and it's good for public health - piss on it.

out,
Erasmus

post script: I've started reading that bukowski guy, just because he's got a "ski" name not a bit of bad stuff really. Lates.