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01-07-2011, 03:45 PM | #11 |
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Re: I'm at the Crossroads-Help me Decide
I'm an old fart. Been smoking cigars 42 years. My dad smoked cigars and so did his father. I couldn't wait until I was 18.
This cigar review thing is very new to me. The marketing guys at Famous suggested I post at puff. I hadn't posted on any sites...ever. Man, I got attacked from the left and the right. They were brutal. I may be new to blogs but not cigars. I'm a structural engineer. No work. Haven't gotten a dime from unemployment for 8 months. My wife doesn't make much. We lost everything and now live in the unfinished basement of my daughter and her boyfriend. Things are bleak. I fell into the review writing by accident. I wrote funny short reviews on the Famous pages and they wanted someone sick like me to write more formally. After being banned by puff a couple weeks ago because someone (someone I know) went after me and he succeeded. I come here and everyone is warm and supportive. A lot of guys here got the same treatment at puff as I did so they're still licking their wounds as well. Nothing like being treated unfair, to bond a group. So I sit in my basement with my computer and enjoy the hell out of CA. I shouldn't complain about Famous. They gave me this chance. They believed in me. But they didn't figure on over sensitive readers. pnoon is allowing me to post my edgy reviews. Of course, he wants to read them first. LOL! So I'm happy. The guys at CA are clearly smarter men then at puff. It was obvious right away. I've never gotten so much good advice...ever. The guys here are thinkers. I have a site for my music too. www.myspace.com/pkohnbass Just thought of a funny incident.....it was 1975. I was at the only big guitar shop in London....The Fender Sound House. I was leaving and grabbed the handle to the glass door. At that very moment, Paul McCartney was on the other side pulling the handle his way. My first bass was a Hofner. I idolized the Beatles and him especially. What a bassist! Anyway, I froze. Paul is pulling on the door and I'm stuck, not moving, not letting go of the door. He let go and looked at me and said, "What's up, mate?" My mouth dropped and couldn't speak. A moment later, I let go of the door and as he walked by, he said, "Cheers." At puff, the jackals would have pounced on me for writing what I just wrote. I hope you guys don't mind. I have some wonderful road stories....I can name drop with the best of them. But I was always a fan, not a jerk. Cheers! |