I started my day innocently. Fired up the barby at about 11 and put two cajun salmon stakes on the grill (Trader Joe's pre-seasoned) while smoking an Undercrown. My neighbor must have sniffed me out. He stuck his schnog over the fence and invited me over. His whole family was there...New Jersey, Norfolk, Va., and Cincinnnati. Great people! However, three of the pack smoked cigars. It turned into an alcohol-infused herf. I'm not complaining, but I ended up smoking 7 cigars today/tonight. The last cigar I smoked was an Opus lancero that I swore I would save for a special occasion.
The Opus tasted like smoke. My palate was destroyed, but I was hammered, and I smoked it. I regret it. It was a great night though . I also gave away several gems from the humi, but I have no regrets there...that's what it's all about, right?
I'm still fucked up, and this post took me 20 minutes to complete .
Smoke well, brothers. Just don't smoke 7 and smoke yer jewel last.
g'night!