Break it up, drop a bit of lemon juice on the baccy and either put patches in your jaw, pinches in your lip, or put a flame to it in your pipe hole and smoke that chit soldier. What kind of show do you think we're running here camper? Do you think in the state of our current economy you should be throwing out good tobacco? Should we all just throw everything out when a little bad arises? Want to go into a depression? People that do this get divorces over dirty dishes. Couples find new partners because they can't wait for the other person to get over a sniffle before they want sex. Do you really want to increase the population of STD carriers, orphaned children, deadbeat dads, and welfare dependents? Cut the mold off the foot, wipe of your cigars and smoke them. Would you throw away the whole person because of foot fungus? Jump off a bridge and do a face plant into asphalt over minute faults of life's inevitable shortcomings and sins? No son! Wake up and smell the coffee? Roses don't grow without dirt. God made dirt and dirt don't hurt. The kid version of you would've pretended to play piñata and whacked you in the nuts with a stick for being such a drama queen and your wife would've stuck the tail on you being the donkey if she knew how you would've turned out. Now, drink your juicer version of humble pie and follow it down with a brushed off cigar. And for Christ's sake son, polish off your boots...the piss from your attitude has made it's way into your boots and you're standing ankle high in your own chit. It's your own cause I ain't chitting you. Smoke it Johnny, smoke it.