My weekend officially started. I walked over to Paley Park with a La Jugada. Stopped at Cigar Inn and picked up #2 for the day.
Life is good.
Good that you discovered that park. Nice little spot.
Except that one guy gave me some serious stink eye and then said something snotty as he left (I had headphones in and didn't hear exactly what). Then a second ago, some lady asked me to put it out because she couldn't eat her lunch with the smell. I told her to go sit around the other side of the building where like everywhere else in the commie city, you can't smoke. But here, I can and will continue to do so.
Atta boy Tony, fuck the haters!
She tried to tell me what I was doing was illegal. I informed her it was a private park and cigar smoking was encouraged. Then I told her to call the cops.
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!