The end of days is upon us. The nothing is barreling down on life as we know it and we stand in its path powerless. Only but a stitch in time ago, one might have trundled on down MacArthur Park Way and copped a crispy new set of identification, to include but not limited to, a birth certificate, drivers license in the state of your choosing and social security card. Perhaps, even a passport so that one might slip away to a foreign land that carried a light to non-existent hand in matters of extradition.
This my deal tobbaccophiles, is no longer an option. In light of certain and final DOOM, I do not offer any solutions nor salvation. I offer you escapism in the form of a value premium cigar. Place gingerly into your suck-hole, ignite and consume. Allow yourself to drift away from the looming clouds of nothingness and psychologically emancipate yourself, at least for a moment – for a price that is more than tangible. You’re welcome.