A civilized motherfucking experience
Saturday, July 18th, 2009It’s 3:00 am, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Tonight I smoked (and quite enjoyed) my first cigar ever.
I also drank a couple glasses of cognac of such a rarity that it can no longer be purchased… anywhere … by anyone.
I did this while sitting on my father’s screened in front porch, rain in the background, having the best conversation I’ve ever had with him.
Ever.
At one point I looked back and forth between the cigar and the congac a couple times and smiling, I said “my god, this is a civilized motherfucking experience.”
To which he replied (with a slight chuckle and grin only he can manage.)
“No shit.”
I realized also that any little aptitude I have at telling a story comes from his enthralling monologues.
