While they’re just mad for it in the States for drugs control, what they really want is the bloody photo ops. Why, you ask do I go off on this tangent? It’s because I just bought a french press coffee maker. I had a roomie who had one, years ago, but never paid no mind, since I liked the autofilter maker which made a pot of coffee while I took a shower.
But the power went off this morning, and to shore up civilization, I fired up the emergency gas stove, boiled water and then made coffee by pouring hot water over ground up, for what I knew could be, fragrant monkey shit.
Calling my landlord, and four hours of boredom, I was cranked to a fare-thee-well, since when you have no electrics, no computers, but access to coffee making equipment, well, you are looking at somebody who is looking for a monkey poo-fight.
That and reading “The Confusion” with pirates, and coffee, and money, etc.Powered by Sidelines