Hey everybody,
I am sitting here, thinking back to when I first
started smoking cigars. It was in the 1980's. I was going trying to get off a drug, I refuse to utter it's name, but it was part of what killed John Belushi. My friend, who was there to help, told me to find a crutch. He gave me a H. Upman. I smoked, and chewed on it. Everytime The cravings got bad, he would give me one. I hated those things as much as I loved the drug I was trying to quit.
One day I was having a fit, turned out it was my third day off the ****, and he was out. We stopped in to a smoke shop, and he told me to pick out a cigar. I did, and prepared to be disappointed. I loved it.
I still have a very expensive habit, but at least I am alive well and sane enough to enjoy it.
Later
Dave
P.S.
The cigar was an A.F. Short Story, and the drug started with a C. Love those Hemis.