Now I find myself waking up with a hankering for that morning cup of coffee! Where did it start? I don't even remember when I first started drinking coffee. Did I have to acquire a taste for the java? I honestly don't remember. All I know now is that it tastes so good!
I like it black! No sugar, no cream, no flavorings, no ice, no mocha mamasita loco latte frappacappuccino! Make it black! I know that drinking coffee doesn't make you a man, but something about additives seem to hurt the masculinity of the beverage.
I also have found myself enjoying the vibe of a local cafe. Cafe's are kind of like a pub but without all the drunks. There is always a diverse crowd at your local cafe's. You've got the hipster with their Macbooks out surfing the web for the newest neon fashion, the business man with his Blackberry permanently attached to his ear, the soccer mom stopping in to get her ice mocha latte with four kids clinging onto her hip and of course there is me. I just like to sit in the most comfortable seat in the cafe and listen to my music while sipping on my BLACK coffee.
As Bob Dylan said on the album, Desire, "One more cup of coffee before I go."