(chris’s) blog

Where I kill(ed) time
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I’m chugging coffee at work. I’m chugging black coffee at work. I used to hate black coffee. I would fill 1/4 the cup with milk. Now I fill 4/4s the cup with straight-up, black coffee. It’s gross at first but you get used to it, at least I got used to it. It’s much cheaper than sugar-coffee (mochas and the like) and doesn’t contain sugar and fat like most milk-coffee concotions. It’s bitter.
I remember my first coffee. It was my freshmen year of high school and I was meeting my then-girlfriend Tina at a football game. The cup she offered to me was full of sugar to cover the bite of espresso. I didn’t take to it immediately, but immediately it seemed special. It was different than anything I’d had before.
Coffee isn’t a juice or a soda, or milk or water really. It seems like a really strong tea perhaps, at least it’s similar to tea in that its brewed, but if you drink coffee and tea you’ll find little similarity beyond that. Coffee is special. Coffee is an adult drink.
Fourteen in the world of high school dating, drinking coffee: a suburban mama’s boy sort of rebellion.
Twenty-one and the sugar is gone, gone missing around the same time the sweet scent of childhood stopped following me. This is adulthood and adults have to work. It’s a bitter life with bitter work that requires a bitter drink. Right.

I don’t know if there’s a correlation between aging and drinks tasting worse, but my first beer was far from delicious.