The other night at a party in Westlake Hills, just outside of Austin, I stepped outside to get some air and found a group of my old friends sitting around a fire pit in the backyard, smoking cigarettes. It was a strange sight, not only because I hadn’t seen most of these people in several years, but also because they were all still smoking, almost as if they had been frozen there in time, while I had been off somewhere else, getting married and having children and getting older. - P3