Hutto is the same. He writes of the pitfalls of head-shop ownership, driving a taxi, cooking chili at 4 a.m., fighting cockroaches, listening to stupid people on the next bar stool, and dealing with nonsmoking fanatics who have "a condescending, whiny voice and want to make a big deal out of your smoking." Where Buk loved L.A., Hutto has fallen for Vegas after attending his 41st high school reunion there. His former classmates quickly noticed Hutto had yet to conform. Many seemed taken aback that a man of 58 would pierce his ears, sport a goatee, and wear blue-tinted Ben Franklin glasses as he fought the hotel staff for his right to light up a cig. To document the struggle, Hutto says, a classmate -- one he didn't particularly like -- took a photo of him smoking a cigarette under a No Smoking sign in the hotel. Even after four decades, "Some things don't change," says Hutto. "Some assholes are still assholes." To request being put on the reading list, contact firstname.lastname@example.org.
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