Good Cigars Wasted on the Lame
----- News Item!
Cigar makers shook their collective heads today
when yet another twenty-something smoked away a quality cigar with minimal
enjoyment.
"He held it like it was going to fly away" stammered one cigar maker, owner of a small cigar company in the Dominican Republic. "I swear from a distance it looked like he was eating a carrot or something. Maybe he was afraid of it."
The young man, Frank Broz, said fear was the farthest thing from his mind. "I was just so relaxed," said Broz, pausing to spit some tan mucus over the railing outside his modest apartment. "After a hard day of working, sometimes I just need to kick back with fine stogie and let it all melt away," he breathed, before sitting down to close his bloodshot eyes and let his head clear.
The remains of the cigar seem to have melted onto the entryway of Broz's downstairs neighbors, who were less than pleased with the scattering of ash and puddles of spittle. "I think we would all be happier if [broz] would just rot his brain with a menthol every once in a while," Jane Doe suggested, while sweeping the waste into a pile. "Or maybe a can of spray paint"
"He held it like it was going to fly away" stammered one cigar maker, owner of a small cigar company in the Dominican Republic. "I swear from a distance it looked like he was eating a carrot or something. Maybe he was afraid of it."
The young man, Frank Broz, said fear was the farthest thing from his mind. "I was just so relaxed," said Broz, pausing to spit some tan mucus over the railing outside his modest apartment. "After a hard day of working, sometimes I just need to kick back with fine stogie and let it all melt away," he breathed, before sitting down to close his bloodshot eyes and let his head clear.
The remains of the cigar seem to have melted onto the entryway of Broz's downstairs neighbors, who were less than pleased with the scattering of ash and puddles of spittle. "I think we would all be happier if [broz] would just rot his brain with a menthol every once in a while," Jane Doe suggested, while sweeping the waste into a pile. "Or maybe a can of spray paint"
Posted: Mon - June 21, 2004 at 10:08 AM
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