...it comes about due to extraordinary circumstances...
...it can make grown men cry...
...only one flavor, black...
That's right, by now you know what i am talking about is a cup of coffee. The delicious elixir that jumpstarts your day, that should come in octane like gas, and virtually a Class B drug.
Well, I played the coffee equivalent of Russian roulette…I had stayed up, til the wee hours, to finish a project…and got a few hours rest before having to crawl out of bed to prepare for a meeting…running on empty, I jacked myself with coffee self-help…two cups on a empty stomach….this got me thur the meeting, thank god.
…but I should have quit, gone back to bed and caught up on my missing sleep, but instead I plotted my own demise…
…the dangerous cup...
I didn’t need it, I didn’t want it, but I had to buy it in order to sit in the café..and therefore I drank it, all of it.
…at as soon as I left the safety of the café, it kicked in, the combination of lack of sleep and caffeine overload…I had the jitters, BAD!
I still have them, 10 hours later, thereby explaining why I am still up so late…
…you cant always take wesley snipes advice on roulette as quoted in passenger 57, “always bet on black.”
…especially when it comes to coffee..