First, I should begin by greeting all of you, as this is my first post. So, with that said, Hello! Now, with that out of the way I should say that this thought came to me yesterday an I belived it would be something to the liking of you all.
I brought my Peterson Killarney out for a long smoke and a good book sometime yesterday around 3 o'clock. When I held it up to my lips (to hold while I got out my book and supplies) the smell of that first tobacco I ever smoked graced my nostrils. It brought me back a year ago, when I bought it from a man named Melvin. It was a day just like yesterday, rainy and solemn. A Tuesday if I'm not mistaken. That, albeit clumsy at first, was one of the best smokes I've ever had. The sound of the rain, the lull of the distant thunder. Just writing this makes me wish for that moment again.
Any similar stories?
I brought my Peterson Killarney out for a long smoke and a good book sometime yesterday around 3 o'clock. When I held it up to my lips (to hold while I got out my book and supplies) the smell of that first tobacco I ever smoked graced my nostrils. It brought me back a year ago, when I bought it from a man named Melvin. It was a day just like yesterday, rainy and solemn. A Tuesday if I'm not mistaken. That, albeit clumsy at first, was one of the best smokes I've ever had. The sound of the rain, the lull of the distant thunder. Just writing this makes me wish for that moment again.
Any similar stories?