Top three reasons:
1. Years of inhaling second-hand smoke from my dad's cigarettes;
2. Two summers in the 1990's spent amidst toxic inks and solvents at a sign-printing shop;
3. Countless Saturdays when, as a kid, I hovered over the burn barrel in my parents' backyard, dutifully making sure every last fragment of trash had completely combusted and inhaling god-only-knows how many different carcinogens.
2. Two summers in the 1990's spent amidst toxic inks and solvents at a sign-printing shop;
3. Countless Saturdays when, as a kid, I hovered over the burn barrel in my parents' backyard, dutifully making sure every last fragment of trash had completely combusted and inhaling god-only-knows how many different carcinogens.
More about burning garbage in your backyard (and why it's a really, really bad idea): http://grist.org/advice/ask/2007/01/08/burning/.
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