Evening smokers, no smoke here tonight. Long day on the American Roads.
The only good part of this godawful day is that I'm headed over to the Tycoon's place tonight for Cuban cigars and expensive whiskey.
Braggart!
Faggot!
Hey, y'all come out here and I'll get you invited.
Except Mikey. He called me a naughty name.
Oh, I meant fagot. evening Raz.
Hiya, Mikey.
What's with this livin' large? Warden cheering on Sam Bradford and DeMarco Murray - her Sooners - not to be confused with the Eagles.
Friend of my family...president of a company that buys and sells big airplanes. Very generous guy. We get together three or four times a year. Invited dad and I over tonight.
Spreding the wealth. Nice.
Yeah. He's got an interesting back story. Born in Iran to American missionaries. Grew up there, speaks fluent Farsi. Returned just before the revolution, trained as a helicopter mechanic and intended to return to Iran. Before he could, these guys asked him to appraise an aircraft, then brought him into the company, then made him a partner, then retired and left him in charge of the company. Nice work if you can get it. He doesn't drink whiskey, but stocks the best for his friends to drink. And he has a huge humidor stocked with Habanos products. He:s the guy who gave me my big humidor.
