An observant tipster spotted what appeared to be a man smoking on the roof of Hamilton.  What he was smoking, we cannot say with certainty.  What we can say is that he was on a roof.

Was he looking to cool off and take a smoke break after climbing seven labored flights of Hamilton stairs?  We know we’ve been that sweaty desperate.  Whatever the case—keep on doing what you do best, mysterious sir.  We applaud and admire your bravery.

Don't fall, friend!

Don’t fall, friend!