How a Cancer Survivor Enjoys a Good Cigar

Am I living a contradiction?

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Many moons ago, I was at a bar in my hometown shooting pool with some buddies. This place had a real Road House vibe. The beer was cheap, the owner was a drunk, and the fights were frequent — you know the place. I lined up on the cue ball and puffed on my cigar. Tommy, a guy we’d gone to high school with years before, materialized through the…