MILDLY NUTS

The biggest quandary today besides where to have a bite to eat is which pipes do I put in my pocket for later. Either of the two Comoy off-brands? The little piss-elegant Becker? Perhaps a Comoy London Pride or a blue riband? If it's the Becker, I'm heading to the chop house. There is something deliciously ironic about eating at one of the cheapest eateries in Chinatown and lighting up an expensive and rare briar afterwards

Yep. I may be a poor schlub, but I've got class.
This pipe proves that, in buckets.
Mmm, darn good smoke.


The perfect pipe for voicing sarcasm, cynicism, bitter disapproval, or joy and good cheer while smoking. Even, dare I say it, bonhomie.

Surely you agree that it is a piss-elegant piece?
Stellar with a Rattray's broken flake.

Such a pipe would be perfect for a gay young blade on Sproul Plaza during the free-speech protests, or while sheltering out of the way of Reagan's teargas wafting down Telegraph. Even, imagine, while declaiming beatnik free-verse in the basement of City Lights.


Not at all suitable for today's college lay-abouts in their homeless encampments. For one thing, smoking is not allowed within the perimeter. Neither are gluten, animal protein, or tweed, but that is neither here nor there.


If the Republicans having rabid hysterics and getting worse doesn't convince people to vote for Biden, even in Michigan and Berkeley, then we are truly beyond hope.


Time for more beatnik free-verse.



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