When I was 17, I was in the Nam hunting Charlie. Oh wait, that was a movie. I had a goal of not drinking until I was 21. (there was a time when I was far less jaded and believed the laws were meant to protect me) I almost achieved that goal, but I ended up drinking late in my 20th year. I think I posted the story behind that awhile back, so I'm not going to repeat myself. I'll only say that it was due to peer pressure and a large breasted cocktail waitress.
Well, my day is fucked here. In the first cup of coffee I have every morning, I take two sugars and French vanilla creamer. Well, that whore wife of mine used the last of the sugar in her coffee. So, I was stuck with black coffee as my first cup. I always drink black coffee all morning AFTER I consume that first sweetened and flavored cup. Honestly, I don't know how I'm expected to go on. Oh, the humanity. (I happily drink black coffee when I'm a guest in someone else's home though - just in case any of you are considering inviting me over.
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