I'm sitting at my local coffee shop, sippin' on my coffee with a sugar and some cream. My plain white mug has a tiny chip... cheap asses. I'm reading the New York Times... I'm in Canada, What's the ... ?! Oh well.. I focuss on now and not on later. I read about the Arts and the Life. I drink my coffee...I set it down. I get into an article about the new music scene. I lift my cup up for a sip.. and a tiny droplet drips... I look down. Shit, a coffee ring, of brown.
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