Hello all. My name is Richard. However, my partners-in-crime, brothers, and people I may owe five bucks to, call me Richie. I'm 'semi-retired' from a record company that gainfully employed me for the last 27 years. However, within those 27 years, time took me from stuffing t-shirts and cassette tapes into a jiffy-mailer in the early eighties to going through law school then heading the business and legal affairs department at said record company.
I recently kicked a pack-a-day cigarette habit that lasted far longer than my professional career. While I'd indulge in the occasional Black and Mild and more importantly fat-ass-blunt rolled with a grape Swisher, I'd never taken the time or effort to appreciate a good Cigar (yes, I capitalized the C). But when a client recently gifted me with an absurd amount of very expensive Cuban and other imported cigars, I suddenly found myself in the market for a humidor/place to keep these things. Most went into a locker at a local shop and the rest are now nestled in a desk top humidor. Which in and of itself is an issue that should be expressed elsewhere on this site.
Otherwise, I have a 13 month old Doberman named Memphis and a hot younger wife.
Regards- Richie
I recently kicked a pack-a-day cigarette habit that lasted far longer than my professional career. While I'd indulge in the occasional Black and Mild and more importantly fat-ass-blunt rolled with a grape Swisher, I'd never taken the time or effort to appreciate a good Cigar (yes, I capitalized the C). But when a client recently gifted me with an absurd amount of very expensive Cuban and other imported cigars, I suddenly found myself in the market for a humidor/place to keep these things. Most went into a locker at a local shop and the rest are now nestled in a desk top humidor. Which in and of itself is an issue that should be expressed elsewhere on this site.
Otherwise, I have a 13 month old Doberman named Memphis and a hot younger wife.
Regards- Richie
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