Thanks A Latte
Through my life and its various ups and downs there has always been one constant. This has been my go to guy, my always there, my shoulder to cry onto or in some instances lick viciously. My constant companion and there isn’t a hot enough bitch to get in between us. This is of course, my first love, my true rock, Coffee. You might laugh, you might even agree but its true. Part of me is coffee. Given the amount i drink, that might be literally true, I'm sure my blood stream is partially coffee, maybe just in the hands or something. My relationship with coffee goes back to before my teens. Roll dreamy montage. Nescafe generously popped two free samples of there latest instant into the door early on a summers morning, my mother had one of them and i had the other. Back then of course it was accompanied by its friend full fat 3 teaspoons of sugar. Cut to me 1 hour later banging off the walls full of caffeine convinced i was a donkey who barks at door handles. Needless to say