You're an aging rocker still capable of putting out some rather fine music, a Nobel Peace Prize nominee who has had the ear of some the world's most prominent people. From time to time, you enjoy lighting up a cigarette. Unfortunately, you live in a country that has recently passed one of the most restrictive anti-smoking laws on the planet. So it's late and you're hanging out with the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Flea, that ragamuffin bass player whose eyes could convince Jesus to sin, must have held the lighter. "Come on, Bono. You own this place. Hell, you own the country. What are they gonna do? Tell you to put it out?"
“It was the wee small hours. I was in the company of people from out of town who didn’t know about the ban and for a moment nor did I. I was quickly reminded by the staff and a few friends. I apologized then and I apologize now.”
Bono, remember your own words: Don't let the bastards grind you down.
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