do you like cheese?
Well heck, who doesn’t like cheese? I like it strong, blue and mouldy. I eat more feta than I probably should, and parmesan can improve any meal. Edam? Goddamn! Cheddar? You betcha!
How am I going to die? I smoke like Rita Hayworth. I hope to die of lung cancer at the age of seventy-six, the average set by those of my ancestors who enjoyed tobacco. I do not engage in any especially dangerous activities, like base-jumping or sun-bathing (lethal here, below the ozone hole), and so unless I am murdered by thieves, immolated in a house fire or killed in an earthquake, cigarettes will do me in. Bless them.