Saturday, April 30, 2011
A Cigar Day
This afternoon I was working out in the back yard, working with a heavy hammer slamming and banging 2 x 4s and 2 x 8s around. Christy from next door stopped over to see what was causing the ruckus. After a short exchange we decided it really wasn't a work day, it was more of a cigar day. He went home, dropped off his dog Cricket, and returned with a cigar and we proceeded to fire'em up. Two days ago I had a large suspicious mole cut off and five lumpy growths, like brown facial lichens, burned with liquid nitrogen. As we sat on the garden bench solving the problems of the world, the side of my face he was addressing had three large unhealed sores. They are in prime condition now, scabby, yet open, puss-draining carbuncles, the largest couldn't be covered by a quarter. We sat and smoked and talked for an hour or more, and he never mentioned or asked. We have reached the point in our lives where open disgusting facial sores are considered a norm.