Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Monster Bread
Saw this slice of bread with a face on it, laying in the middle of the sidewalk on Christy Avenue.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Modern Family Dentristry
It's nice havin' my dentist be right across the street from my primary pubs (FABD/Patrick's Beer Garden)... I can anesthetize myself in my own way before gettin' in the chair.
Ursuline Academy Historical Marker
Built in 1859, declared a national treasure in 1978, spray-paint defaced by some idiot in 2012.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Perdomo Habano Maduro Cigar
Picked this up in Bowling Green recently and just now getting around to trying it. It was just okay. I guess. But y'know, anything coming on the heels of the power and the glory of Feral Flying Pig is gonna be a disappointment.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Tools of the Writer's Trade
My next novel, a dark little detective-noir affair called The Moleskin Checklist, is essentially finished but I'm writing some additional material for it down at the good old FABD. (Meanwhile, you should already own The Devil and Daniel Boone.)
Humana
Look at all those little windows, and just think, there's a miserably unhappy human being behind each one of them.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Drew Estate Liga Privada Unico Feral Flying Pig Cigar
The problem with scoring a hard-to-find super-stick like this Liga Privada Unico Feral Flying Pig (generally just called 'Feral Pig' or even just, as the label says, 'Feral', amongst devotees) is that once you've fallen in love with its life-changing properties, you're marooned and adrift without it once it's gone. Like a fisherman who measures all subsequent fish against the one that got away.
After @dabyrdman33 tweeted an instagram pic and inspired me to go on the hunt for this rare and elusive plump prize, I surprised myself by actually finding a cache of them within a few hours. They were languishing on a shelf in a mediocre tobacco shop that will go unnamed here, partially because I don't care to promote them and partially because I haven't bought out their stock of Ferals yet.
I'm too synesthesic to properly do cigar-speak, but let's just say it was uniquely earthy and chocolately and meaty. Drew Estate has always had a strange power to create cigars that make you almost feel you could eat them, like bacon, and this pig exemplifies that. It drew amazingly easy, and gave off lots of thick smoke with a tasty room note that others around me commented on (and they're not often the type to say "hey, that cigar smells really good, what is that?" ) I've read some reviews that describe the final third of it taking on a very different quality, but mine was consistent throughout, and worth every penny of the fifteen smackers. And it was already bad enough that Undercrown (another Drew Estate line) has kept a $9-a-day monkey on my back this summer. Buy my new book so I can keep up the pace!
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