see gar nite

that was cool…

it’d been a minute since i’d done a cigar thing with my buddy watts, even longer for kramer, and a while for me just in general. but saturday night i plopped down with my buddy (and former coworker) roshi and burned one on the porch of a tattoo shop in a very busy section of east 6th st and it was a lot of fun.

good times, good conversation, plenty of people watching and yelling at (in a good way, trying to get them to come into the shop) and overall just a great time. i’d curbed back my cigar smoking in recent years, as i explained to roshi, for the dual reasons of not living alone (and therefore it not being quite as okay for me to smoke in the house, even though the wife has zero issue with it) and my teeth crumbling which exposes enough inner mouth stuff (or so i figure) that it increases cancer risk.

again, or so i figure.

but maybe one or two a year is a little sparse given the size of the pile in the humidor. it’s not like i can take em with me, and as a the manager of the now defunct casa fuente in vegas asked me, “what are you saving them for?”