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It was hard to get up this morning. Well, actually, it wasn't the getting up
that was the problem; it was more the staying
up. Falling asleep standing up is never a good thing, but doing so in the
shower has got to be far worse than in most places.
Luckily, my shower is a stall type, not a hybrid shower/bath. The cold tiles
instantly jerked me back to my senses, but the
experience proved something that had hitherto been only a suspicion: it was
time to pull out the big guns.
When most people think of a high-caffeine drink, they think of something
exotic; something with a flashy name that makes one
think of energetic lightning. Red Bull, Jolt, RC Edge, Depth Charge...the list
goes on and on. Not me. When I really need
a pick-me-up in the morning, I go straight to the original. Coffee. Not a
macchiato, not a fucking grande non-fat latté with
gourmet flavour (spelled with the ‘u’ because it makes it seem more fancy).
No. Call me old school, but for me, there's nhing
better than a cup of good, strong coffee. No cream. No sugar.
Notice the quantifiers. I am very finicky about my coffee. My drug of choice
is Peet's Major Dickason's Blend, because it can
be as strong as all hell, and not be bitter. And let me tell you: my coffee is
strong. When I make coffee, I put three scoops
into one cup. The liquid, when done, is opaque; even at the very edge of the
meniscus, it is impossible to see through.
My coffee tastes like espresso. Well, not quite. It's as strong as
espresso, that's for sure...but espresso, even the
best espresso, has a certain bitterness to it. It's not a smooth taste. A cup
of my concoction, on the other hand, is rich and
full, without leaving a metallic aftertaste. If you've ever had Cafesinho
(Brazilian coffee), Turkish coffee, or Vietnamese
coffee, you know how strong mine is. But I drink a large cup of mine -- none
of those wimpy little espresso cups -- and I drink
mine black -- no sugar or cream to pollute the purity of my perfectly brewed
mug of goodness.
Some may call me an addict; some may call me obsessed. Well, that may be. But
the importing thing now is: I'm awake.
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