I’m guessing this is ’80s when I was still a compulsive smoker. This was at Pride, either Raleigh or Carrboro, I don’t remember which.
I’m with Allen, long time coworker and friend.
I tried to never let anybody photograph me smoking. When I died, I didn’t want people saying, “well he had it coming.”
(Image is me and friend seated on ground with me getting a light.)
