Tag: Reflections

September 8, 2022: Doing Well

Chris KhatschLeave a comment

In the back of a taxi cab. Window down. Wind in my beard. The sun shining in a turquoise sky.

Heading to the barbershop to get a haircut and trim my beard. After that, lunch with my wife. Chinese. And after that, work. Online meetings.

Actually, you know, I was just thinking, “Hard work got me somewhere, after all.” Here. It’s not the best place, and it’s not the worst. I could do better, and I’ll sure be trying that later.

But not today. Because tonight I got to pack. In the morning, I’ll be in Prague with my wife. Celebrating our one year wedding anniversary.

I can’t wait to get drunk with her, to get lost with her, and laugh, and love, and dance, and live.

I did well. I did very well. Can’t think of regrets.

It’s time to have some fun.

La Aroma Del Caribe Mi Amor Robusto

Have a Cigar: La Aroma Del Caribe Mi Amor Robusto

Chris KhatschLeave a comment

Name: La Aroma Del Caribe Mi Amor Robusto

Country: Nicaragua

Size: Robusto (5 inches x 50)

Strength: Medium to Full

There will be good days, and there will be bad days.
Sometimes, you’ll experience success; other times, you’ll experience failure.

As it is wearily sung in the chorus of one of the best songs
of The Rolling Stones, “You can’t
always get what you want.”
No, you can’t always get what you want.
And whether you’re a stoic or not, you’ll have to accept that
sooner or later.

You have the power to make things happen,
to change something in the world,
to change the whole world.
However, when you’re out there trying hard,
remember that
while you try to make things happen,
things will happen to you, too.
Before you change the world,
the world might change you.

Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro during a picnic in Dhour El Choueir

Have a Cigar: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Chris Khatsch1 Comment

Name: Hamlet Paredes 25th Year Toro

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Parejo

Size: Toro (6 1/2 inches x 52)

Strength: Medium

There’s you,
your wife,
and the dog.

The dog’s licking rocks,
chewing on branches,
and eating grass.

The wife is sitting on a picnic blanket,
sipping on vodka
while tanning her shoulders.

You’re looking at her,
asking yourself, “How
can I make her the happiest person
on earth?”

You’re an average man
coming from a working-class family.
Boy, just a few years ago,
you couldn’t afford a good steak.
Surprise, surprise, yo.
You didn’t see yourself
living the life,
did you?
The nice apartment,
the hot wife,
and everything else that you love so much right now.
You thought, “Nah,
it’s never going to happen ’cause I’m poor.”

But you forget
your father raised a hard-working man.
Your mother put fire in your soul.

Man…
What a ride!
Have a sip of beer.

You were a nobody,
and you’re still a nobody,
a nobody who
likes to read, write, drink,
and smoke cigars.
Yeah, nobody knows you,
but aren’t you exactly who you want to be
right now? Aren’t you
who you weren’t meant to be?

Wake up, son!
You had a lot to drink.
But that was a good nap.

There’s sun in your eyes,
sweat on your brow,
mustard on your shirt.

But it’s alright if you smile.
Smile, you son of a gun!
Yeah,
when you add it all up,
you’re happy.

How did you manage to be so happy?

Wake up, son!
It’s time to play with the dog.
It’s time to kiss your wife.

It’s time to know you’re happy.