My First Cigar

I was 13. We had a Boy Scout campout. We commandeered a pack of Backwoods. We are all standing there, Bream fishing, stogies in mouth. I gulped down a heaping helping of smoke and cigar spit at the same time. Next thing I remember is the taste of lake water. I had to wash it down with something.

My first real cigar was actually before that. My Paw-Paw let me smoke a Henry Clay with him. I think I was around 8. I thought I was the shiznit.