If I drink coffee twice a day I feel like I have done something worthwhile. Cream and sugar, even though I don't like the sweet. Allow the day to start, let the sun rise. I brew a pot prior to my shower. Feed the dog then wash away the sins I accumulated throughout the night. Drugs and dirty girls. Then, honey toast and Folgers. A large cup is preferred even though I hesitate to drink it's entirety. I hesitate to drink it's entirety because my bladder is tiny and ornery. The smallest liquid will set it off. It becomes combative. It understands why Im reluctant when consuming my morning cup of coffee.
Every few days I'll grab my usual at Dunkin. This is in addition to the one I drink at home. I pay for the medium and give the girl dirty looks. She hates me and I hate that she hates me. I compliment her braids and she spits in my face. I am secretly in love with her. Not really though. Or Im secretly in love only on the days she chews wrigley. Spearmint drips from my cheek.
If I consume enough coffee I begin to hate the way it tastes. I am a creature of comfort and habit and pleasure. I dislike the way New Wave coffee feels, the flavor that is recognized, the way it embraces my tongue like a hot towel full of dog shit. I like the idea of New Wave, but I have never finished one full cup of their motor oil.
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