Dang, I Hate it When this Happens
For a lot of my adult life I smoked a pipe. Recently I had to have some oral surgery to check a place on my cheek that had been dried by the hot pipe smoke for all of those years. It wasn't much but the surgeon removed a quarter sized place instead of just taking a biopsy.
I tell you this to make sure that you know that I don't want to smoke and face that again. On the other hand, I have promised myself that if I am good for a year, I would get to smoke a "Birthday" Cigar each year. They keep getting more expensive and I find them less and less enjoyable. This year's cigar was a hand made Honduran that was supposed to be as good as a Cuban. It was a nice looking cigar and was just under $10.00. The picture above was just borrowed off a cigar magazine ad.
I borrowed the cigar cutter from the smoke shop and they gave me a lighter. I did the whole routine and pre heated the end and then lit it. At first it was a little bit if heaven. A warm smoke and it was fairly mild. The more I smoked that critter, the less I enjoyed it until I was dizzy as an old cow eating loco weed. I am glad that I got home quickly and didn't run into anything or have to stop and hurl.
Needless to say, my adventure with a cigar will wait for another year. I guess it is kind of like my annual catfish dinner. I have to have it about once a year to remember how much I hate catfish.