PLANNING MY DEPRAVITY
I am glad I refused; teenagers who smoke clove cigarettes are on a slippery slope, and undoubtedly she'd be a batshit crazy old slag by now, angry, with four kids by five different men, and a drug problem to boot.
That's what clove cigarettes do to fragile little minds.
Intelligent women should smoke pipes in any case.
It shows a keenness of intellect.
And good taste.
Today I will keep an eye peeled for women who are between late teens and mid thirties, who look like a pipe full of a fine Virginia blend would be just what the doctor ordered.
It's a day off, and consequently life is to be enjoyed.
Four out of five Englishmen recommend flake.
The fifth one is probably dead.
Or a philosopher.
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly."
[-----Albert Einstein (coincidentally also a pipesmoker).]
Bertrand Russel (a famous British philosopher, deceased) once credited pipe-smoking with saving his life. His favourite tobacco was Fribourg & Treyer's 'Golden Mixture', which is described as a ribbony blend of blonde Virginia. And though I've never tried it, I like it already.
Because of the famous association.
What I'll carry with me as I wander around the downtown will be a blend of my own devising, about fifty percent rubbed flake with some other tobaccos added for complexity. Mostly Virginias. Very nice.
It goes very well with strong tea, and has a lovely reek.
I'll have an extra pipe in my pocket.
You know, there's a lovely place for milk-tea, with excellent pastries, at the edge of Chinatown. Even if it doesn't rain, it will be good to shelter from the elements there at the end of a longish walk.
Late afternoon, right around four.
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