GENTLY DRIFTING WRECKAGE

It started raining yesterday after tea time. Fortunately I had finished everything that had to be done outside, and there was no need to step out into the weather. Except, of course, for a pipeful. Seeing as like many people nowadays one cannot enjoy a pipe, cigar, or even a ciggie indoors anymore. So the entire city is littered with folks from a bygone era (past their early forties) enjoying a pipe or a cigar in the howling gale or swept into abandoned doorways deceased sadly from pneumonia and unlamented by the pure.
While children and Vegan health freaks disport themselves indoors.
Naked and warm, safe from the evil tobacco.


Just after lunchtime (I did not actually have lunch) while wandering around the downtown I was smoking a mixture of mostly red Virginias in a small rusticated panel French item.

After having something to eat at tea time I dawdled a bit, and loaded up another panel (sandblast, English) with Astley's 109, and headed out just as the rain started.

That second smoke would have been more enjoyable if I had not been rained upon.
Damn those naked Vegans and kids!


Okay, if you see a cigarette smoker outside, you can safely assume that he or she is a sailor or drunkard, perhaps a social and sexual deviant, and walk in a wide circle around them. And a cigar smoker is probably a scungy old Republican lamenting that black lives matter, which pisses him off, and why isn't Trump Jesus president anymore?
But a pipesmoker enjoying an honest puff of unflavoured tobacco (not vanilla dreck or cherry froo froo) is assuredly an upstanding sort of fellow, with complex thoughts about a variety of things, quite civilized and liberal, who welcomes the opportunity for women and minorities to express themselves politically, and has read a lot.
Perhaps you should invite him in.
And make some tea.



This is just a suggestion, I do not have an agenda, I'm alright, and honestly, I have enough hands to juggle pipe, tamper, matches, and umbrella. Four. Yes, precisely, four.
A hot cup of tea might complicate matters.
This seasonal storm is just fine.
We need the rain.

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