Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 186


Coffee:  Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

I had a dark lager as the sun went down. That’s the end of that sentiment.

A kid I knew in high school thought he could summon something. An angel, a devil, none of us ever knew, but he was convinced. Well, he was convinced in the way every kid kids themselves: in on the joke so long that you stop laughing. One day, he brought fake blood to school and we had a seance in Spanish class. Our teacher was too busy wondering why he’d left his pregnant partner in Colombia to notice.

Later, that same kid stabbed another kid with a pencil.

We’ve all got problems.

I met a couple who were fifteen years apart in age. I thought they were mother and son until she said ‘This is my fiance.’ The couple commutes from the beach each week, traveling up the mouth of the Cape Fear river into it’s Piedmont esophagus. I cracked some jokes that got them laughing. Their laughs sounded the same, that’s how I knew they loved each other.

This week, an astronaut was charged with identity theft and fraud while she was stationed in space. It’s a big case because no-one’s committed crimes in space before. In orbit, her heart was getting weightless so she stole from an estranged partner. Confronted with the void, it’s our vices that fill us up.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

Bertrand Russell, On Education

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