I saw my Doc, for the results of my last blood test, and he asked me straight away, if I was Colombian.
Anyway, he felt I had a serious addiction.
That only made me sweat, and my hind leg started to fidget. I fussed about feeling caged in, and ran off in a panic.
I got up this morning and experienced Deja' Brew, after dreaming last night about the good 'ol days of the Brew Wars, when we kicked some tea drinkers butt.
I remembered the inspirational words of General Yulick de Balzac;
"This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder."
After several cups 'o joe, I remembered in great detail how this all started.
It began with ~ The Wimmin's Petition Against Coffee, 1674
"Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle water."
Today I'm going to invent coffee perfume. (snicker heh heh) ... and fondly reminisce one morning at the Brew Wars DMZ.
[Another morning at the Brew Wars DMZ]
Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Fresh ground Colombian coffee, son. Nothing in the world smells like that.
[squats down]
Kilgore: I love the smell of coffee in the morning. You know, one time we had a coffeemaker we brewed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. I didn't find one cup, not one lousy cup left. The smell, you know that rich aromatic smell, the whole bean. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end... I'm gonna open me a coffee shop...call it VictoryBucks ...StarBean or something like that.
(thwoop-thwoop-thwoop-thwoop-thwoop-thwoop)...our taxi's here...don't forget your thermos!!
[Kilgore unhappily walks off]