Alright. I will come clean.
I love coffee.
Not all coffee. You have to come at me with some flavor besides beans in water. I want a dark roast, the blacker the better (didn’t Malcolm X say the same thing?). I also want you to flavor it. I don’t care too much how. Peppermint mocha hazelnut cinnamon fudge unicorn pecan leprechaun blood, whatever. The more candy it is the better.
I add a spoonful of sugar because it really does help the medicine go down.
Then I need some creamer. Real liquid creamer preferably. And just like my coffee, don’t come at me with plain old cream flavored creamer. What are you kidding me? Hazelnut, mint, almond, whatever, but you can take your plain old half and half and shove it where the sun don’t shine man.
And do not get me started on the Salted Caramel Frappachino from Starbucks…..that is crack and I am addicted. Seriously, I am joining SCFA (Salted Caramel Frappachino Anonymous in case you didn’t follow because you haven’t had YOUR coffee yet.)
And coffee gets the writing mojo working. I make coffee and then somehow the magic elixir turns into making words. I love making words. Making words is what makes unicorns mate thus making baby rainbows.
You want more rainbows don’t you?
I thought so. Now give me my coffee.