KayakinBoy
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
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Alright ya'll,
I figured this would be a neat one to start.
I was 19 years old (yes I am only 21) and working at a bar in Birmingham, Alabama. We had an older guy come in every night named Mr. Martin. This guy was awesome. He'd get lit, and go outside the bar, pee in our flowers, and drive home. Well, he'd always bring in three cigars (I could never understand why, until just now ) Anyways, he'd smoke two and start the thrid on the way out. Well, he gave me one during an afternoon off, and I smoked it. It was an El Producto. I thought my life had just begun. Later I moved up to a Hoyo and so forth and so on. I've never smoked anything (and I mean EVERYTHING you can count) but cigars. If not for that man, I'd be working on my second heart attack. But the heart attack is another story.
John
I figured this would be a neat one to start.
I was 19 years old (yes I am only 21) and working at a bar in Birmingham, Alabama. We had an older guy come in every night named Mr. Martin. This guy was awesome. He'd get lit, and go outside the bar, pee in our flowers, and drive home. Well, he'd always bring in three cigars (I could never understand why, until just now ) Anyways, he'd smoke two and start the thrid on the way out. Well, he gave me one during an afternoon off, and I smoked it. It was an El Producto. I thought my life had just begun. Later I moved up to a Hoyo and so forth and so on. I've never smoked anything (and I mean EVERYTHING you can count) but cigars. If not for that man, I'd be working on my second heart attack. But the heart attack is another story.
John