I just saw someone whip out a bunch of cigars at Jesse Cornett's "victory party" at Graphic Station, in a converted garage next to Roots Brewing on SE 7th and Hawthorne. There were, like, seven in a "humipouch," all different kinds, long ones. This guy brought them over to Cornett's campaign manager, Peter Markgraf, who turned pale as a sheet when he saw me spot them, and frantically shushed the dude.
Now, Markgraf has put the cigars in a desk drawer. "I don't recall them," he says, when I ask about the cigars. I'm going to keep needling him about those, until the results come in.

