As I lay here taking another day of from academy just in case I’ve come down with a cold. Partly because I was feeling like I was going to throw up my shredded wheat that morning. I ponder on what I’ve done and still do. Thinking of the one thing I love the most besides my family. Coffee. My everyday get out of bed fuel. Which is ridiculous because I don’t need coffee to get out of bed. But I like to drink a cup every morning to get me started on that days activity. Don’t drink it on empty stomach.

When I first started academy I’d drink about 5 a day. Which became a problem during sessions. To much energy to focus.


Later in the years I started to cut back to two or three a day. More if a job is draining and I need the energy. I once tour in Spain one time and chose an expresso with me. The cafe didn’t look impressed. My teacher told me. He had to translate.

Sometimes, when it’s hot or rainy. I’d sit inside a cafe and watch the world go by. Occasionally whip out my sketchbook. Or phoneπ and just state into space.

I can’t remember how old I was in when I first became a coffee drinker. Probably in my late teens.

So here it is elixir of life. β
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