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Cigar-tin story #2. Inside is a story called Broken Head, which takes the form of an introduction/acknowledgements to an imagined book, and wherein the narrator/author has some jagged opinions on exactly who has helped him become who he is today.

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More cigar-tin stories. I'll have a bunch done for our late-night opening as SSS on December 12th.

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Our new sign outside SSS, lighting up the winter night.


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**Add-on!** Not part of the original post! Psyche! I'd almost forgotten that
Sheri had tagged me, so here's my eight bits:

1} I am second of seven kids.
2} I have never left the continent.
3} Right now, I'm eating an orange.
4} In the winter, my skin falls apart.
5} I think life tends to dip at the edges.
6} And that things will get worse before they get better (C hates that, subscribing to the happy-thoughts school).
7} Despite her Pollyanna attitude, C is awesome.
8} Her cats are not. At. All.

And now to spread the pain:

1} Melissa
2} Rebekah
3} Rebecca
4} Eric
5} Lauren
6} Kerstin
7} Kyria
8} Krista
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  1. switch9:48 am

    umm...what if one wanted to purchase one cigar tin and one was not near the bus line that stops in front of the SSS on Dec 12th?

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  2. Connie10:03 am

    A fabulous dark image. Cool.

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  3. nerosunero10:44 am

    red hand in my opinion you are a fabolus dreamer (but now also) a fabolous smoker! (of cygars of corse)
    great

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  4. Tessa11:36 am

    So compelling and beautifully painted. I wish it were mine!

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  5. sophie philo12:46 pm

    wonderful!

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  6. Shaz2:58 pm

    They are neatsies, I like the catwoman one.

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  7. murphy girl3:22 pm

    fabulous indeed!

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  8. Unknown3:56 pm

    Hey Redhanded, I've been tagged! Ah man! Not again.

    Great improved blog and beautiful new work. Keep it up, man!

    Cheers, Melissa

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  9. Anonymous4:05 pm

    Thanks for playing along Darryl, wasn't that painful was it ?! These Cigar tins are REALLY great, love the one you just posted, especially.

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  10. Lucie G7:15 pm

    I like these cigar tins!

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  11. Unknown10:25 pm

    I think you should paint happy kitty cats on the next tin...just for C's meow meows.

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  12. Heather T.4:44 am

    Wow, I'm just mesmerized by that particular image! Those eyes are way funky. And what a great idea, those cigar tins...

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