Got a leak in the upstairs bathroom leaking down to the drywall bellow, got a friend causing me big grief, and a whole lot of other things going on keeping me up at night. Good grief life can gang up on you at times
Dump out some Brigham 3 cherry onto a sheet of paper, wow this stuff never stops for a moment to amaze at how sweet it is, not for all the time but with the sun just setting, the heat beginning to back off a bit and the air going still its a great time for this, I really love this stuff, pack the first layer into my Lorenzetti, I really nee a time out this thing the whole pipe thing has become a great way to do it too, pack in a second layer and the third grab a cup of silver needle tea and plan on sitting on the back deck for sometime
so much stuff to go over, heads just spinning with crap. Light the pipe amazed at how the cherry pops upon light the first drifts of smoke off the tip always a pleasure to great you my friend, hadnt noticed the little rabbit in the yard until now, just sitting there twitching its nose. Could hear some rocks scattering up the path behind the house, a neighbour walking her dog, there goes the rabbit off in a hurry to get out of dodge
relax into the cheap plastic chair and inhale some tasty tobacco, cant believe thi is my last pinch of this stuff, will have to go back for more tomorrow or monday, ill worry about it later. Man worry so much going on to do that to me already, but at least the flower bed is weed free and looking up to snuff, wonder what other blends the cigar shop has that i will like as much as this stuff the heart of gold was okay, i did like that mark twain when the mood struck me, maybe time for a stroll see whats going on around the path, remember when the train tracks used to bend there way through the trees back here, cant ever remember a train though... path is much easier to walk now that they have removed them, come winter there is no prettier site then fluffy whites slowly coming down over the coverd path over hung by the bare branches of the tree, this time of year at this hour its the sun trying to creep through all the green leaves
about 15 minutes into my pipe up near the park picking up the tobacco scent now blended with the cherry man i love that smell, cant believe the park is empty, right after dinner too, have the whole field to myself, hop on one of the paths into the forrest since the children of the block arnt screaming through it, just me the birdsm some squirrels and my pipe the smoke drifting through the air as aimlessly as i am up the many crossing paths, would love to get lost out here if i didnt know my way around it, remember bringing my dog out this way before she died
Turning back home not really thinking about anything at all, notice im mostly walking with my eyes shut or blankly stairing in any given direction, cant even hear cars passing on the street at the moment, im sure they are there though
coming up the driveway seems i timed it just well, nothing but ash left, clean out and inside to set down the empty tea cup, dont even remember bringing it with me or finishing it, ill brew up another cup. Think im ready to rip out some drywall and patch up some silicone
put a note on fridge get more of the three cherry
Dump out some Brigham 3 cherry onto a sheet of paper, wow this stuff never stops for a moment to amaze at how sweet it is, not for all the time but with the sun just setting, the heat beginning to back off a bit and the air going still its a great time for this, I really love this stuff, pack the first layer into my Lorenzetti, I really nee a time out this thing the whole pipe thing has become a great way to do it too, pack in a second layer and the third grab a cup of silver needle tea and plan on sitting on the back deck for sometime
so much stuff to go over, heads just spinning with crap. Light the pipe amazed at how the cherry pops upon light the first drifts of smoke off the tip always a pleasure to great you my friend, hadnt noticed the little rabbit in the yard until now, just sitting there twitching its nose. Could hear some rocks scattering up the path behind the house, a neighbour walking her dog, there goes the rabbit off in a hurry to get out of dodge
relax into the cheap plastic chair and inhale some tasty tobacco, cant believe thi is my last pinch of this stuff, will have to go back for more tomorrow or monday, ill worry about it later. Man worry so much going on to do that to me already, but at least the flower bed is weed free and looking up to snuff, wonder what other blends the cigar shop has that i will like as much as this stuff the heart of gold was okay, i did like that mark twain when the mood struck me, maybe time for a stroll see whats going on around the path, remember when the train tracks used to bend there way through the trees back here, cant ever remember a train though... path is much easier to walk now that they have removed them, come winter there is no prettier site then fluffy whites slowly coming down over the coverd path over hung by the bare branches of the tree, this time of year at this hour its the sun trying to creep through all the green leaves
about 15 minutes into my pipe up near the park picking up the tobacco scent now blended with the cherry man i love that smell, cant believe the park is empty, right after dinner too, have the whole field to myself, hop on one of the paths into the forrest since the children of the block arnt screaming through it, just me the birdsm some squirrels and my pipe the smoke drifting through the air as aimlessly as i am up the many crossing paths, would love to get lost out here if i didnt know my way around it, remember bringing my dog out this way before she died
Turning back home not really thinking about anything at all, notice im mostly walking with my eyes shut or blankly stairing in any given direction, cant even hear cars passing on the street at the moment, im sure they are there though
coming up the driveway seems i timed it just well, nothing but ash left, clean out and inside to set down the empty tea cup, dont even remember bringing it with me or finishing it, ill brew up another cup. Think im ready to rip out some drywall and patch up some silicone
put a note on fridge get more of the three cherry
, but I figure around 20 more years before i might get a pipe.
. I like the "murder of ravens" reference, not too many folks know that one around here, "bunch'a crows" is the local dialect.
