This is a Pipe
I bought a pipe and some Cavendish Optimo tobacco this evening. I’m becoming more like a curmudgeonly old man every day: I know very little about pop culture, I mostly watch old movies, I use pomade that I procure in the old man section of the drug store, I’m chronically single, I’m beginning to prefer cats over humans, my neighbors and I have never said anything more than hello to each other, and now I sit in a rocking chair on my porch in the evening, smoking my pipe and yelling at kids to get off my property.
Whenever I think of a pipe I think of The Treachery of Images by René Magritte and J.R. Bob Dobbs.
