Robusto, 5” x 50 ring gauge / price expected to be ~$8
So I had this dream. I was walking down some sun-soaked street. The buildings had art deco styling and bright paint. The palm trees swayed in the afternoon breeze. Suddenly a Ferrari Daytona slides around the corner ahead and heads in my direction. Some Jan Hammer synthesized drum beats fill the air and the Ferrari brakes to a screeching stop about 20 feet away. The door pops open and emerging from the car is a large man dressed in white pants, pastel pink shirt and a light-weight white jacket. Synthesized guitars scream as this man walks toward me, the sunlight gleaming off his Ray Bans and the breeze tugging at his handlebar mustache. He reaches into his jacket as if for a shoulder-holstered weapon. I get ready to duck behind the nearest cover but all he presents is a cigar. In a thick Brooklyn accent, he says, “Take this, brother, may it serve you well.” Then I hear modern disco start thumping from the building behind me. The large man dances past singing along with the song, “She’s up all night to the sun, I’m up all night to get some...” I don’t hear the rest as he moves much faster than it seems possible, but as I look down at the cigar he gave me, I see it is somewhat emblematic of South Beach: KILO, it reads. Then the mists that divide the land of waking and dreaming start to creep in. It’s all cloudy and hazy as my consciousness come back...