Kristoff Maduro Robusto

I want to be serious for a moment. Even though I've made a living in commercial construction, I've always written. I got the bug when I discovered the Marx Brothers and Woody Allen in college. I aspired to write like that.

I've been a cigar lover for more years than I care to admit and this new jaunt in life is exilirating.
F****s-S***e took a chance on me. It was their idea to have me write the way I did. They were very supportive. I would do anything for them. I'm sad that they think I'm a traitor for making a big deal that I have clients now.
A traitor who was paid a 5 pack and a perk now and again.
I told them I would do whatever they wanted and write for them for 2 cigars. But the damage was done. Of course, they couldn't get over the fact that the other clients were very generous, which F wasn't.
I maintained a very good friend out of this, so it was worth it.
If they want me back...in a heart beat.

But here's the deal. I posted those reviews and got skewered inside and out for them. Some of it got personal. Probably my fault. I was so excited that I couldn't keep it to myself.

But because of the support and criticism here, I am growing. Without each and every one of you, I would still be paddling a canoe with one paddle.

I owe any success that comes my way to you guys.
And Peter (pnoon) has been a terrific guy...sending me private messages that were meaningful and supportive. He kept me grounded. I will name my next child...in my next life, after him. I hope pnoon doesn't get him beat up in school.

You are a great bunch of guys. You got heart.And you are helping me find my way. I love you, man!

I will continue to work hard. I will listen to you. And I will never eat poop from the litter box again.

Thanks and warmest regards,

The Kat