Man in a Gas Mask

At the liquor store, the pea soup night of smoke makes for a surreal evening, there's an old hippy, long beard, in a full on gas mask, 2 hoses running to a mask strapped to his face, holding a transistor radio blaring punk music, loudly, buying a bottle of the cheapest gin, not to laugh because if ever you needed a respirator, gas mask, full apocalypse regalia, now would be the time, but he is perfect, the haze visible even indoors, bottle of Gin in one hand, Radio in the other, he's the poster boy for the Armageddon.