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#1 |
Have My Own Room
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I bought a handful of good cigars with all the gifted cash I received from family after high school graduation. I don't recall the specific cigars but they were all pretty expensive name brands (this was 1997 though)
That summer I didn't have a care in the world. no job, no girlfriend, and plenty of money to just f*ck off basically. I remember several nights sitting on the backyard patio, alone with my thoughts, having a few beers and a cigar thinking, it can't get better than this. good times ![]() |
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#2 |
Still Watching My Back
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It was a loooong time ago, when I was about 15. I was out one night with some friends and somebody passed some cigars around. I have no idea what it was, but it probably came from a gas station. It made me sick, wishing I could puke but couldn't. It was a few decades before I got up the nerve to do that again. When I did, my first was either a RyJ 8-5-8 or a Punch Elite. That time it took, and down the slope I went.
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