You know I enjoy staying up late, always have; and then to add to it, I still get up around six or seven in the morning. Basically a good five or six hours of sleep is all I need.
But if I get any more than that for any reason, I’m not worth a damn to nobody. But I do it without coffee. I mean I enjoy a solid cup here and there, and I prefer decaf.
My brother calls my kind of coffee bean water. I just like the aroma more than I do drinking it. But from time to time. I do that on purpose though. Let me tell you why.
One time many years ago, I’d gotten up to get ready for work, and I brewed a very dark dark dark pot of coffee. It was so damn dark, it tasted like I soaked a bag of dirty pennies in it. It was horrendous. Nah, it tasted like ashes.
Seriously, it was bad. I set the brew strength, and went and took a shower. Got out, got dressed, made a couple pieces of toast with sourdough bread, and poured a cup. Then another, then another, and still again, another.
Well, not only did I drink that nasty shit, but I poured the rest of it into this big ass thermos, and left for work.
Man I was WOKE, jack. Singing my ass off, on the way to work. On the interstate next to the carpool lane. 45 miles one way.
Anyhow, I had another cup half way to work by using the cap on the thermos.
When I got off the freeway, I pulled into a Quick Trip store and bought a couple of those Starbucks frap bottles.
Now a few hours later, I’ve been at work for some time now, settled in for that goddamn 8 hours shift, but around noon, I’m sitting there talking to a customer, and I felt like my whole being had shifted…
Season 1: Episode 3