Bryan, my brother and I went to Humo and spent the evening there smoking Montecristo's and drinking Art's amazing coffee. I'm not entirely sure how we ended up spending 2 and a half hours there, it seemed like time just.. went up in smoke. Everyone drifted in and out, playing chess and drinking coffee. The cigar smoke gets in your clothes and your brain, and sometimes I swear that I have that perfectly dove grey mist swirling in my brain. It changes how you look at things, through this haze of pale grey Cuban smoke. It makes your heart slow down and your movements slow, your particles stretch out. It was.. perfect.
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