I was born in a small town in the ozarks. I joined the army at 17 served two tours in Afghanistan. Lost the use of my right leg. I sit here today with my pipe in hand and wonder if I am supposed to be proud, or humble. I work 50+ hours a week to support my daughter, my fiance, and myself. I'm not an owner of a lot but what is mine I have earned. I have the scars on my knuckles to prove it. So when people stick their noses up when I light my pipe, or they see ny tattoos, I laugh. Because brothers its men like us, the humble, hard working men, that make this world turn.