Black Coffee

I didn’t even want to drink, but I did it anyway. I do that sometimes. Most of the time it’s because I got super shit-faced the night before and my body just can’t stomach another night of getting pickled. Sometimes, very rarely I might add, I just really don’t feel like it at that moment. So with a slight hesitation I’ll pick up a bottle or a glass and take that first sip. I wait a little and feel it go down my gullet. I’m a whisky on the rocks type of guy. I like the burn. The burn on my tongue, down my esophagus, and the fire it starts in my belly. Once it gets me warm, I take another sip. A real sip this time. With every subsequent drink from here on in, it’s much easier. In no time at all the thirst comes back. Now I’m definitely in the mood to drink. In the zone once again and the evening awaits.