[Studebaker]

It was a loooong time ago, when I was about 15. I was out one night with some friends and somebody passed some cigars around. I have no idea what it was, but it probably came from a gas station. It made me sick, wishing I could puke but couldn't. It was a few decades before I got up the nerve to do that again. When I did, my first was either a RyJ 8-5-8 or a Punch Elite. That time it took, and down the slope I went.