Kurtdesign1
The Thinker
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- Dec 12, 2004
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So tonight, I'm out with my best bud just hoping to find a quite place where we could sit down, watch the football game and enjoy a nice Habano. Our staple Brick & Mortar was closed for some reason so we just ventured into the downtown of the suburb we were driving around in and happened to come across a restaurant that was advertising the fact that it had a Cigar Bar. As it turned out, it was a great place. We sat around laughing, smoking and listening to some live piano music being played by an excellent, rather ancient-looking Crooner. Looking back, we were having a great time.
As our evening was winding down and we were both into the final 3rd of our smokes, I saw a nicely dressed gentleman sit down near the fire, pull out a slightly damaged N/C torpedo and spark up. It was at that moment that it struck me, the urge to go BOTL on his ass. I finished my Remi and killed the cup of coffee I had been nursing and decided it was time to move in. I packed all my paraphanelia up and took out the last RA 898 that I was allowing myself to smoke before these went down for a nap. I walked over to the guy, told him it was nice to see another guy having a cigar in the room, and handed him the Ramon. His face had a look of confusion as I pushed it towards him but then, all of a sudden, he realized it was an ISOM that I was handing over, and the look he wore turned to shear amazement. I told him it was one of my alltime fav's and that it brought me great pleasure to share that with someone who otherwise might not have been able to enjoy such a cigar. I shook his hand, turned around and walked out of the bar.
What a night! It was my first bombing of a complete stranger and hopefully not my last. It's crazy how making a sacrafice like giving up your last aloted single of a great cigar can make you feel so fulfilled. Just knowing how happy that man is gives me more enjoyment then that cigar probably ever could have.
So to all of my fellow Brothers, thanks for the amazing inspiration. Without all of you, I never would have been called to share this great passion!
As our evening was winding down and we were both into the final 3rd of our smokes, I saw a nicely dressed gentleman sit down near the fire, pull out a slightly damaged N/C torpedo and spark up. It was at that moment that it struck me, the urge to go BOTL on his ass. I finished my Remi and killed the cup of coffee I had been nursing and decided it was time to move in. I packed all my paraphanelia up and took out the last RA 898 that I was allowing myself to smoke before these went down for a nap. I walked over to the guy, told him it was nice to see another guy having a cigar in the room, and handed him the Ramon. His face had a look of confusion as I pushed it towards him but then, all of a sudden, he realized it was an ISOM that I was handing over, and the look he wore turned to shear amazement. I told him it was one of my alltime fav's and that it brought me great pleasure to share that with someone who otherwise might not have been able to enjoy such a cigar. I shook his hand, turned around and walked out of the bar.
What a night! It was my first bombing of a complete stranger and hopefully not my last. It's crazy how making a sacrafice like giving up your last aloted single of a great cigar can make you feel so fulfilled. Just knowing how happy that man is gives me more enjoyment then that cigar probably ever could have.
So to all of my fellow Brothers, thanks for the amazing inspiration. Without all of you, I never would have been called to share this great passion!