He’s old, so old he doesn’t
worry about it anymore

What’cha got there, boy?

Liquorice pipe

He gets out his own pipe
takes a drag

The boy pulls a face
Mine’s better

The old man laughs
Well, I aint got time
t’quit now

The boy hands him his last pipe
Try it, sometimes it turns your
teeth black, but that’s it
nothin’ else

The old man studies his pipe
only pleasure left
but he knows what the boy means

So they sit there
smoking two pipes
grinning
while their teeth go black