Showing posts with label cigars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cigars. Show all posts

February 3, 2011

Just a Nightmare

The smell of dominican cigars drifted through the air and she suddenly wondered if she was in some sort of bad nightmare where parlor men filled the air with heavy smoke and shared secrets between one another.

But, her thoughts were interrupted when a voice whispered, "Do you smell that?", jolting her back to the realization that she was trapped in a room with a killer.

November 19, 2010

I Use to Love the Smell of a Good Cigar

Over the years, I've had to learn to tolerate smoking. And back in high school, believe it or not, I actually smoked for a short while until I learned I was pregnant with my oldest son, Chris. Now today, I can't stand to be around smoke of any kind, even though I didn't use to mind those who smoked products like Dutch Master cigars. In fact, my grandfather, whom I was very close to, was a cigar smoker.

But now, even those bother me and I can always tell when someone has been smoking. I can even tell when they have it in their clothes. And forget being near anyone who's smoking because most of the time I find myself hacking up a lung or two.

And yes, I understand it's an addiction, but I wonder how can they do it? I mean what if you have kids? My husband actually stopped smoking around the kids and in the house because he understands it's not good for them. Heck, it's not good for anyone!

I'll be quite honest, while I don't believe smoking should have been banned from places like bars, I'm glad it's been banned everywhere else! Okay, I think I've put enough of my two cents in for today.

July 29, 2010

Bittersweet

Acid cigars, that's what he wanted.The mall had been packed after work due to the holiday season, but Matt didn't need the mall to do his Christmas shopping. What he wanted required a visit to a special shop, a place that couldn't be found just anywhere. He'd actually had to contact a friend of a friend to find what he needed.

And it wasn't just any cigar either. He'd wanted something a person would never forget. and it was the best gift he could ever give his boss. Oh yes, revenge was bittersweet.