It was horrible.
I knew it would be.
I’m not blaming you, but I did mention to you last Thursday…
How bad was it really?
Grown men were laughing at me.
Have you been laughed at recently?
Not fall when you’re three, or spill milk when you’re four, or parents put you in Continue reading I’m not going to blame you, but if i did it would go something like —
Where are they? I’m not going to bullshit with you, I’m not going to let you steer me down some fuck-alley — Where are they? Do you have any idea what I could do to you? Do you have any notion of your own safety? You think because we’re in a public place that you’re safe? Hm.
I’m going Continue reading Over Coffee
I’ve stopped drinking coffee.
It was hard and I would be lying if I say I didn’t miss it.
There is no way to wean coffee out of your life. I tried, but it didn’t work. The beans in the bag became stale. The grinder had an irritating whirr! as I prepared the french press. The hot water seemed to hurt the grinds. The absence of harmony was prescient in all these ritual ways and I should have seen it coming. I was selfish, stupid, and damn near impossible to reason with as the addiction to the precious liquid became too near, too dear. I became so dependent on coffee. It almost seemed as if coffee stopped me. Which I took absurdly personal.
I had an annoying incident with the makings of a headache. It never seemed to become a full on pain, but just suggested a fogginess, a blunt ache that was two inches away from my forehead. I was weak. I was sad. I was lonely and it was such a harsh offing of the sweet bean, that Continue reading Stop Coffee