Bridges, Quirks, and Secondhand Smoke “Can’t go over bridges,” he says, sucking on another stupid cigarette. “One of my many quirks,” my brother states. And I can relate, certainly, having quirks of my own - problems with heights and very tight spaces, I’d have to be unconscious to have an MRI. “We all have something a little weird in our characters, I guess,” I respond, trying not to breathe in the smoke.