You begin to climb and the severity of the incline makes you breathe harder. But, if you must stop for a cigarette break, go right ahead. You'll be happy to know that the unventilated walls up in the tiki are covered with a thick layer of asbestos. And not any of that new fangled asbestos they got these days, either. It's the real deal. Circa 1958, and guaranteed to be fire resistant. It's soft and tastes like stawberries. Take a lick. You know you want to.
