At first, I thought, upon reading “online smoke shop“, it was a place online where one can go and will be offered shops and there one can have his puffs away from non-smokers. Wishful thinking, I know. 😀
Instead, I learned that it is a smoke shop that sells cigars, the best and the widest selection of cigars. As much as I hate thinking that I am sort of promoting this, which is against my non-smoking advocacy, I cannot deny that I admire their goal for customer satisfaction by adhering to their 30-day-money-back-guarantee policy.
A friend came from the US of A. Actually, he only visits once in a while. Papsie and I are contemplating on what to bring to the meet-up. Would Eddie prefer alec bradley cigars or a bottle of Carlos II? I haven’t seen him light a cigarette but I saw him drown in liquor LOL 😀 Kidding.
Eddie was a college friend and classmate to Papsie. I have known him only when we became classmates. It was him and Papsie who is with a group of college boys. I had my own group. Eddie looks to me as quiet and reserved during college but when I met him the first time he visited the Philippines again, I noticed transformation. ha ha
Well, people change, things change. I changed, Papsie changed. It is inevitable, I guess. It is a nice feeling to know after all that a certain classmate has a funny or a wacky side of him. It is even astonishing to learn that a particular classmate, for example, had had a number of affairs when there was not a clue during the time you were both in high school or college. It is wonderful to hear also that someone already has a big family when you knew that this particular classmate intends to go to the seminary or has a vocation.
Therefore, I will not be surprised one day if I see Eddie with a cigar between his teeth. God, I wish it would not be so.
I cannot help but think of my father after the preceding post. And his killers.
Cigarettes were Papa’s best friends from his youth until he died. And his killers, too. No, not the cigars. They’re the cigarettes. Those finely cut tobacco in rolls, smaller than cigars and wrapped in thin paper and not with tobacco leaves. They are called Champion. Actually, they are many. There’s the Marlboro. There’s the Philip Morris. There’s the Winston. And a lot more. They are all killers.
They make one an addict and dependent to the core. Habitués have this overpowering compulsion to use these killers. It would be a challenge to break the addiction. Especially when Papa got acquainted with them when he was only 14 years old. He died 61, stopped only about two years using them. That’s 45 years of addiction.
I am thankful I did not become an addict and was able to break off from the bait. I could have been a walking dead, too, rotten with the deadly and chronic emphysema, or other lung ailments, or a lung cancer.
My poor Papa. His best friends were all he have during those down times, I know. And his buddies during relaxation and freedom from life’s worries. I know he knew that the the day will come they’re going to make him pay. And they made him pay with bad ramification.