I'm not a complicated guy and most of the things I enjoy would be classified as simple pleasures.
Take, for example, the occasional cigar.
I smoke very little, but there's something awesome about writing while puffing on a lit cigar.
It makes me feel like Woodward and Bernstein, typing up my notes from the latest meeting with Deep Throat and preparing to nail that bastard Nixon to the fucking wall.
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