The Lads frequently hike up to BoBops for candy and Red Bulls. Among their favorite snacks are candy cigarettes. Essentially just sweet chalk, but I used to dig 'em, too. Roger Miller liked the real thing, if he could get 'em.
Shoot, Dad used to smoke around us all the time. We'd go on trips and he'd chain smoke in the car and crack the window a quarter inch. Candy cigarettes were just practice for the real thing.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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A Roger Miller smackdown is in order!
Dang Me, I hadn't thought of that.
We used to walk up to Erma's candy shop (which was esentially her front porch) when we were kids to buy candy cigs. Why did our parents allow that?
Shoot, Dad used to smoke around us all the time. We'd go on trips and he'd chain smoke in the car and crack the window a quarter inch. Candy cigarettes were just practice for the real thing.
Musta been a Dad thing. I HATED sitting in the back seat behind my Dad!
Considerate was apparently mom's job.
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