Cigars

“Sorry. Are you still smoking? A small cigar, maybe five or six times a week. Okay. Yeah. After lunch only. I get it. No more than one a day. Some days none. I haven't had one since Monday.”

“No, I enjoy smoking cigars. I do as well. But that was my point. Like, if there was something that would cause them to see things that maybe wouldn't be available to other people consciousness.”

“But the laws against it are just stupid. They're just fucking stupid. Speaking of felony. You can't do that on the air. Huh? I'm not. It's a cigar. Oh, okay. You can smoke that on the air. I brought you one, too. Oh, thank you. Let's go. It's actually, I can't tell you where it's from.”

“And then that gives me like a little rush of like, we did it today. We're in here. You know, we're, we're doing that. And then I do smoke a shit ton of cigars. Chuck. And yeah, so those are the main things. Did you do drugs too when you were drinking all the time? Yeah, I was doing a lot of pills with the drinking, you know, because then I could stay awake.”

“This is some high-level shit right here. Calibri. A lot of fake Cuban cigars. You got one. I got one. And then foot retop. There you go. So they got like maduros and different kinds.”

“That's so rad. You can smoke in here. Yes, you can. Oh. Yeah. I smoke cigars. Of course. I'll fire up with you. Gotcha. All right. Mm. How long have you been smoking? God.”