my grandpa never smoked but he worked in a tobacco factory for thirty years and one day, on a wall of a bathroom stall in that tobacco factory he saw something scribbled so he copied it down on a napkin, he said then carried that napkin in his pocket until it fell apart twenty years later
yesterday, my brother wore a cap and gown and gramps gave him a card in which he'd scribbled down "success is getting what you want happiness is wanting what you get" then he drove back to the cabin in the foothills, where he lives and my brother lit a cigarette