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December 22, 2006

12.22.06

When is a cigar not just a cigar?

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"We have more cigars in the back."

My eyes barely focused.

"More?"

"Yes sir. Much better."

I followed him to the back. Who knew a cigar bar really meant opium den. You really couldn't imagine all these people upstairs on a dark city night. They looked like they were businessmen. I guess everyone has to escape somehow. Looking at people like that really made me think. How dare these people stare at me for what I do when we all end up in the same place at the end of the day.

I looked down.

"Let's go get more cigars."

Posted by: turtle at December 22, 2006 8:40 AM · Permalink

I walked through the door of the pawn shop, and the familiar little bell rang over my head. I don't know why I come in here from time to time, but somehow I find it impossible to resist.

I walked to the counter and asked the owner, "Have anything new and interesting?"

"Well, I do have this cigar that someone brought in yesterday."

"How much?"

"Ten thousand dollars."

"Ten thousand dollars?! What could possibly make a cigar worth that much money?"

"If you don't want it that's fine. Maybe you'd be interested in the blue dress she brought in instead."

Posted by: Nick at December 22, 2006 9:24 AM · Permalink

My cigar in my lips while I held my tankard of fresh ale admiring the view out the window. Not that you could see much mind for the large fog bank a few feet away.

As my wonderful maduro churchill gently burned I reflected on the simple pleasures in life that didn't involve anyone else.

It had been a long day of making nice hearing loads of things I could care less about from people whom I cared little for.

As I sat on the couch Vera with her head on my lap and Kim's on my chest I smiled.

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at December 24, 2006 10:40 AM · Permalink