A cigar from your own box
People are separate creatures say
As soon as I came up with the title, I was reminded of Monica Lewinsky...
For a moment without joking. Normally when I walk out Klein, I light up a shaggie. Habit, ritual, addiction, whatever. But now I've discovered the cigar. Well, you don't actually see anybody smoking on the street anymore. Very separate. Some think it's antisocial. But I don't care much about it, I'm not a burden to anyone. Anyway, the cigar. At least I can take a little longer with this and for me it really is a stimulant.
Now I ran into a lady I see often. She looked like she saw water burning, but it was the cigar burning. She just really visibly picked up her nose. And her upper lip. Such that I could really see her upper teeth. “Really?”, I thought. Now I wonder what's dirtier. Enrique with his cigar or that woman who left her face so much that it didn't look like it.
It's a moment for myself, it's not healthy, I know. Neither is the gin I drink right now. But I am my own person and I do what I feel like and am not a burden to anyone else. I am not interested in what is socially accepted and fortunately I am not a walking sheep. And I'm proud of that. Enrique is a classic man with classic qualities. Not to be confused with old-fashioned. Live and let live, I'd say. It's still a cigar from its own box.
Now I suddenly have to think of an English or American expression: 'Close, but no cigar'.
