Like other gross, disgusting people, I used to start my morning with a famous ritual: a coffee and a cigarette. While I’ve pretty much dispensed with the cigarette since I realized I’m not 100% a starving artist (yet), coffee is completely necessary. The smell of the roasted beans, the dark liquid in a nice mug…
Wait, who am I kidding? I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in literal months. I left my coffee bean grinder back at my parents’ house, along with my French press and drip. It’s been instant ever since I got back to California and yes, my tastebuds weep.
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