Sludge and Coffee

The coffee cup warmed my right hand and its content had burned my tongue. The black liquid tasted bitter, leaving me thirsty. I sat alone in a crowded library, all the way in the back. My companion Steppenwolf laid open in front of me. Coffee is an acquired taste. I tried drinking my dad’s coffee … More Sludge and Coffee

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A buddy of mine texted me about something that happened in his literature class today. His professor asked him if he had read any Kafka before, to which he replied he hadn’t. He told his professor, however, that I was a big fan. His professor then told him, “Your friend sounds like he’s either a … More re: Health