My best friend Susan is of Irish and English descent. Unlike my parents, Susan's parents are young, tolerant and very liberal. Before every evening, they often drink cocktails together. Susan's father, Mr. Sullivan has a beard and often wears turtlenecks, while Mr. Sullivan, the girl, always wears thin sandals and wears simple clothes that are usually black to match his jet black hair. His eyes were covered in heavy makeup, his skin was slightly sunburned, and he always, almost always, waved a cigarette in his carefully painted hands that looked as if it could break in half. This is the lingua franca of smoking. It is as rich and expressive as the common language of suicides. In this pandemic, there also exist individuals who play the role of Distributors, Salesmen, and licensors. Respondents to my surveys consistently describe the specific individual who introduced them to tobacco in exactly the same way

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