Briar Spirit
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I don't know what's going on of late, I'm having the longest bout of bad luck and it is really starting to get just a little too much to keep putting up with.
This evening I was sat here pondering my recent mishaps with tobacco and I looked over to the higgledy piggledy collection of jam jars and pickle jars I am keeping the samples of aromatic tobaccos Jim sent me recently and felt a comforting warmth you can only get when you are reminded of a kindness from a friend.
I reached across to pick up my Bully and it slipped from my fingers, we have a very thin carpet on top of a concrete floor, Bully landed awkwardly and the stem snapped off. I just sat there staring at my broken Bully for a few minutes and then reached down to pick up the two pieces, I looked at the broken stem and the stummel with a bit of broken stem poking out of the mortise and thought to myself how typical it was right now for my all time favoured pipe to suffer an injury.
Not wanting to give up on my old faithful friend I popped out to the shed to remove the broken stem from the mortise, my hopes were to maybe fit another stem from a pipe I don't use so much to my much loved Bully, wouldn't be the same of course but at least I would be able to still smoke it. It was dark and cold out there, I tripped as I was entering the shed and Bully went flying into the shed and hit pretty hard on the drill press, a strange and heart sinking sound was heard when Bully hit the press, I knew what it was the moment I heard that sound.
Bully's shank had snapped off right at the base of the bowl, he's done for, I walked slowly and purposely to the bin and threw Bully into the blackness turned around shut the shed door and came back inside. I'm tired, frustrated, cold, sad and more than a little miffed, isn't life a perfect little shit at times.
This evening I was sat here pondering my recent mishaps with tobacco and I looked over to the higgledy piggledy collection of jam jars and pickle jars I am keeping the samples of aromatic tobaccos Jim sent me recently and felt a comforting warmth you can only get when you are reminded of a kindness from a friend.
I reached across to pick up my Bully and it slipped from my fingers, we have a very thin carpet on top of a concrete floor, Bully landed awkwardly and the stem snapped off. I just sat there staring at my broken Bully for a few minutes and then reached down to pick up the two pieces, I looked at the broken stem and the stummel with a bit of broken stem poking out of the mortise and thought to myself how typical it was right now for my all time favoured pipe to suffer an injury.
Not wanting to give up on my old faithful friend I popped out to the shed to remove the broken stem from the mortise, my hopes were to maybe fit another stem from a pipe I don't use so much to my much loved Bully, wouldn't be the same of course but at least I would be able to still smoke it. It was dark and cold out there, I tripped as I was entering the shed and Bully went flying into the shed and hit pretty hard on the drill press, a strange and heart sinking sound was heard when Bully hit the press, I knew what it was the moment I heard that sound.
Bully's shank had snapped off right at the base of the bowl, he's done for, I walked slowly and purposely to the bin and threw Bully into the blackness turned around shut the shed door and came back inside. I'm tired, frustrated, cold, sad and more than a little miffed, isn't life a perfect little shit at times.
