My excuse is that I was raised European.
Some say its toxic, or is false energy, a psychological crutch. Sometimes it gives me neuroses and rosasia. But really, it just tastes good with bread an cheese and makes any book better. Makes the next morning a sweet way to serve your lover. Here is to my first cup of the day, and a taxed adrenal system, and my new Bialetti. Oh, and to my favorite grounds: Four Barrel, Bicycle Coffee, Stumptown (Coeur D'Afric), Verve, Jeremiah Pick, and Lava Aza.

