Yo Soy Un Hombre Sincero

(Closeup on) Match, Light, and Torch, Prij, 13/05/06

Two years ago (May 14/15th 2004) the "senior prom" up in Glasgow had ended, we were bused back to the school and then off to sleep or continue partaying. Having purchased two fine Bolivar Habana No. 3 cigars at the hotel bar for £6.50 each (where the others went for the cheap cigarette-looking ones), I cut the end off one, took a match, and lit up under a streetlight - unfortunately not in black & white.

Having walked a friend home (but not a female friend, and not her - simply because she didn't go) and discussed my torch-carrying for her, I continued off home, which given where my friend lived, made the journey somewhat longer - so I whistled old tunes, one hand in pocket, and puffed for another half hour - until the bloody thing went out and I'd left my matches with another friend.

I've still got the other No. 3 unsmoked, waiting for a sufficiently celebratory event. And for £6.50 (as well as the fact that I don't know anywhere locally that sells them), I have high standards for said "event". I think getting laid qualifies...

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