Thanks for asking, the cigar smoking experience went phenomenally. The observations are just as I had them, while smoking.
Leftist, rightist, who gives a shit? Only your fashion statement matters. No one responds to an explanation of some obscure european text translated from who the fuck knows. There is no such thing as a moral imperative. All purposes are best served in the form of a dog and pony show. Or a tune. Just show things to people. Sing to them.
Stylistically, most people are a complete failure. So it is easy to gain advantage, and look better than other people by comparison. In the picture above, I am wearing a beret, and am blowing a smoke ring. Smoke rings are not always perfectly round. I've blown better rings. But this was a fair one.
As a child I wondered if I would ever wind up some where wearing a beret and smoking a cigar, and it happened the other day. This is a coming of age thing. It's not to be made big balls out of. But it's notable.
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