Two 5.7 ales and a few glasses of excellent wine. Stability. Housing (finally, after two years of homelessness). Employment. I deserve this. But on my way home, in between sips of those two beers, I shed a tear. Not really but you know. Dramatic effect. Anyways, I've mentioned the about to be mentioned beverage here on this forum before and it was in mourning of this very beverage that lead to notactualtears (but almost). Long ago, a cafe had a cup of coffee that was better than all the coffee in the land of San Francisco. Nods of lavender. Spikes of citrus. Hints of butterscotch. Or was it toffee? It's been so long I can't remember. All for not, as this magical blend of perfected coffee bean no longer exists. And truly, mellow drama 100% and twenty full acknowledged, I thought about blowing my brains out in a children's playground. Because that coffee is no longer existing. And that makes me sad.
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