Venti Cafe Mocha:
More calories than my lunch.
Needs more chocolate.
The scalding liquid offends my tongue, but warms my stomach, a lot like alcohol… but not like alcohol.
Coffee is supposed to focus you.
All I get is a build up of excitement that crashes 30 minutes later.
Like being with you…
Whiskey is different. It reminds me of what I am not. It reminds me of what we are not.
I need to sober up.
No use in whiskey, coffee, or you anymore.
Maybe one day we’ll be something.
