Although now, a former smoker, I have nothing against smoking and oppose all anti-smoking laws, but with all my work towards world peace, and helping mothers, orphans and puppies, I have little time to stand up for smoker’s rights. But in a certain diner in Jersey City, there still is a working Cigarette Vending machine. I love the design, mid-20th century, probably retrofitted to take dollars in the 80s. I get the hard boiled vibe. It’s late at night and all you can afford are smokes and a cup of joe and after the cup, you go home and smoke and fall asleep to the sound of the milkman. The cigarettes make you feel less alone. Actually, this vending machine may be against the law, a technical violation—or maybe the law is that you can’t have it accessible to minors—of course, it is illegal to sell “loosies” but that doesn’t stop our bodegas. By the way, $9.50 for a pack of smokes in this vending machine. You basically need a roll of quarters to go for a ride.