by Adam Chester (and his mother)
by adam  February 6, 2012 2:26 pm

Just now, I drove to one of my favorite cigar places in LA. I walked in hungry for a nice robusto. I looked up. Sitting there. In one of the leather chairs. Talking with the owner of the store. Who? My mother. Seriously? Is there no place sacred left for me?????

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