This morning on my brief foot-commute, I passed three men on three separate blocks smoking pipes as they walked beneath giant golf umbrellas.
1. What a great goddamn smell to brush past. So much better than expensive perfume and wet bike courier.
2. Who smokes a pipe on his way to work in the rain?
3. Why did I have to ruin it by googling and finding this article which contains the following quotation: “Pipes are like a fine woman,”‘ Loucks said. “It’s got to fit just right, feel just right. I think I’ll stop there.”
Today’s Lesson: If something smells good, just leave it alone.
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