I think I need a vacation – an extended vacation. Cigar brokering is not your normal nine-to-five occupation. It’s turned into a 24/7 odyssey. Right now I feel like I’m David Bowman (Keir Dullea), the astronaut in the pod who was thrown into outer space and experienced the psychedelic “Star Gate” sequence in the 1968 classic science fiction film – “2001: A Space Odyssey,” (see link below) to really understand and get a feel for my mental state at this date (9.28.18).
Why would I admit to this conundrum? Well, I’ve always thought of myself as a straightforward type individual. You won’t get any bullshit from me. Anyone who knows me or has at least read my blog posts can figure that out rather quickly.
This past year has been like a dry metal frying pan on a stove with the flame on high. You can’t see the heat, but you know something is cooking. To wit: I’ve changed my travel tactics, I’ve acquired, dropped and refused a number of cigar brands. Plus, my Mom passed away after years and years in a variety of deteriorating conditions called age. I know. I was there to help her for thirty of them.
I’ve kept up with the demands of the cigar brokerage business to the best of my ability, physically and mentally. Though, I’ve dropped the ball many times this past year. Sometimes I was able to retrieve it, but other times it bounced out of reach and was lost in the crowded arena of marketing.
Some people knew what I was up against. Many were aware of subtle business and character changes and let them slide. Some didn’t. I had one store owner ask me every time he saw me, “How are you doing?” Every time.
I became tired of feeling like all the shop owner needed was a warm body to take an order, me or another guy – it didn’t matter. If he eats, sleeps, shits and writes orders – that’s my man. The most important thing was taking down the order. Next!
Look, I’m not asking for anything, especially sympathy, I’m just telling you how I’ve felt this year so far. But I haven’t quit. Though God knows I’ve wanted to scream sometimes. Maybe I should have.
This is what I do. I decided to independently represent brands that have no inside sales force. I like helping the proverbial “little guy” get his feet wet, soaking and sloshed on the shelves of a humidor to perhaps become a star before dripping all over the floor. “I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” Damn straight you can! It just takes time. Given that . . . .
There’s a song by Ocean Park Standoff called “Good News.” One of the lines in the song is “I need some good news, baby, ‘Cause all the world’s gone crazy. I need some good news, baby, Give it to me, give it to me.”
Well, the bad news is, the world has gone crazy. The “good news” is that I’m beginning to get my stride back. I feel confident that the assholes are heavier than the angels – and they will rise to the top. The air is fresh to breathe up there. A swell of understanding will overwhelm many souls and my mistakes, miscalculations, and maniacal marketing misfires will be forgiven.
This is where Keir Dullea (Dave) is standing in this mostly white palatial room at the very end of the “Star Gate” journey – Beyond the Infinite. He is still in his orange space suit, his breathing is heavy and muted as he surveys the room. Dave walks through the bathroom and stops in front of a full-length mirror. It reflects his being. He has aged markedly. How long was his voyage?
But as we all know, the last time he sees the monolith is when he is on his deathbed and then, the brilliance of an unborn child is visible – gathering the new beginning.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ou6JNQwPWE0&t=84s