While chair bound and committing a slow death by Oprah after a little tumble of a motorcycle, a friend brought by a travel humidor with smokes, cutter and lighter. I'd been reading Hemingway and thinking I had been neglecting my smoking, drinking and whoring around - realized the later would lead to more broken bones and probably a
Bobbitt bob, settled on whiskey and cigars...
Been smoking about one a day since and haven't ever seen a sampler I could refuse. Wonder way to relax when it is warm enough to get outside
Cheers,
Rusty
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