IT'S THERAPEUTIC, AND BUILDS CHARACTER
No, I am not basing any of that on actual experience.
But I've heard stories.
Sometimes, whatever someone was looking for brought them here. Where, spider-like, I sit in my text-web awaiting the next visitor.
Underneath a post from over four years ago a reader appended the following comment:
"I used to smoke cigarettes and mostly cloves blends like Djarum. I was a heavy smoker of menthols like Newport and Marlboro Mild the Blue pack. I was smoking about a pack a day for 18 years. And then one day I decided I would invest in a churchwarden and get a variety of blends of pipe tobacco. And I have never gone back to smoking cigarettes. My house in the evening smells of vanilla and nightcap blends. Now I may smoke 5 bowls a day if that... But to me it is a forced meditation time. Time to reflect and ponder and to rest a moment. I have briar pipes that have long bent stems that I enjoy. But my favorite is the churchwarden ... "
See, that shows that pipe-smoking is a beautiful thing.
And by no means limited to a single gender.
Which is gratifying.
I myself smoke between two and five pipefulls per day, and if anything it contributes to mental health. As well as world peace, because without the benefit of a pipe, this blogger might wish to destroy society.
You wouldn't want that, would you?
There is presently no significant other in my life, regrettably dammit, which there might be if I did not smoke a pipe now and then. But she would then have to put up with a grouchy maniac. Pipes keep me sane.
The world is a better place because of it.
Plus Hong Kong style milk tea in Chinatown regularly.
Hot, creamy, bitter, and intensely up-waking.
But that goes without saying.
I am waiting for my apartment mate to leave.
So that I can light up.
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