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Still Watching My Back
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When I smoke around my wife, which is rarely, she usually says "can I try it?"
But because I smoke alone most times, and living in San Francisco I have to smoke somewhere outside, people have come up to me asking "do you have another one? Oh wait, that's not a cigarette, nevermind." |
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Suck It
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At the Blue Monkey I hear "Sir we don't allow cigar smoking in here."
(only the GOOD kind of smoking apparently, as if HALF the nasty- smelling smoke is better than twice the good-smelling kind) At the Sidecar, there is a sign upon entering "Cigar Smoking encouraged" but they screw that up by for all intents and purposes being a gay bar. But it's not a gay bar. I THINK it's a cigar bar that's popular with gays and theater types. At home, where I smoke the most, I hear nothing but the gentle pops of the combustion, as I live, thankfully, blissfully, fartfully alone. |
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