Popped the cherry part deux.

     I knew what had to be done the moment I left the parking lot.  I drove to a spot where it was nice and quiet.  Far from the expressway, well not really but who cares.  Carefully I slid my right hand down the passenger seat.  Smiled when it reached what I wanted.

     I'd brought my travel humidor.  Congrats to anyone who realized this.  No apologies for the build up.  Yes I decided to start smoking in my car.  Only I wasn't going to let myself be a pig about it.  I think that was the big part of the stink lines on the last car.

     Cigar debris allover; ash; always left buds in the ashtray and garbage bag; more than once I found one under the seat bag that had escaped; not cleaning the car regularly; smoking a lot and driving around a lot on the weekends.  All that and more.  I was the 21st century of Oscar Madison.  Oh and you will see in more ways than 1.

     Cracked the windows and opened the skylight.  Carefully snipped the end into the double cup system.  That was to take place of the ashtray that was lacking in my current car.  

     Nervously I lit up.  It was an Oliva O or G I think.  Should have been a Legado De Pepin but oh well.   It a wonderful drive home.  And it would prove to have been a very prudent decision.

-Later