most of all, i remember the quiet

washington heights, about two years ago.

drugged out of my mind on geodone. eighty mg, twice a day.

new psychiatrist did a double-take when i told him that one.

and up there, above the street--something like 130th and broadway.

it was dark but the lights from the street, bright.

and the reggaton--didn't get to me.

just smoking, out on the fire escape, not thinking a god damn thing.

i could almost see the river.

and the days. see, i had the bed bugs.

so most my stuff--trashed.

pure white addedas, blue jeans, white shirt.

looked like a b-boy. and the folks treated me that way--always asking if i was holding, or if i wanted some smoke. course, i thought i looked like a mental patient. and i suppose someone kicking that style in 2007, well, they'd have to be a mental patient. at least in that hood.

but me, i was just cold, distant, and quiet

another already?

well, yes.

called everyone in the phonebook, left messages. must want to say something.

But this is important.

tobacco.

And something like 75-90 per centum of us smoke, so here goes.

I handroll. The options are not as limited as you might believe, even stopping by the local bodega, there's choices.

What do i smoke these days? well, i cycle (ha ha).

The old standby, drum, i don't do much of anymore. Used to be jester, but can't remember the last time. do sampson from time to time. bally shag more frequently.

but i've got some new stuff, which is both cheaper and awesomer. it's Peter Stokkebre. Awesome smoke. made in denmark, so you know it's good.

mostly get the shag cut, but admire the straight cut when the tobac's right.

Anyway, Stokkerbrye--it's a darn fine smoke. even, a little rich. tobac's a beautiful deep brown and rolls smooth and tight. and it's moist. not only because the local tobacconist keeps it in the humidor, but it's sealed that way.

of course, the all time heavy weight champion is old holborne. but good luck finding that. last i checked, a bag from england went for something like fifty quid. ouch.

still and all, once i'm flush (if ever) going to order me up some (and insure the stuffing out of it). because it's such a fine smoke.

if you can lay your hands on it, do. you won't regret it.

well and all, all things come to an end. such as this post.

may peace be with you. and may you find love that passeth all understanding.