There was once a time when i could live without certain extravagances. The use of toothpaste, toilet paper (tabo), Internet, and quite possibly the use of pants.
Life was simpler then, but then the nutty happiness ended.
The constant whorbaggery of coffee shop images begin to show up on my telly and soon infected my circle of friends. Hang out sessions no longer in the comfort of ones own home, or graffiti parks but in coffee shops and trendy coffee/book stores. The merger of the 2 have been line the merger of European currency, disastrous.
Once I have been a regular of a site, i coincidentally befriend the local Batista in which i have several names to call them but in secret, i dont want to reveal my disdain for their peddlment of caffeine blood.
O if only Crack Dealers learn lessons from these Batista's.
Crack Dealers threaten your being if you dont pay up or withhold the substance from you if you were to drop a deal (almost doing the right thing, but by accident)
Batista's kill you with customer service and a minimum wage smile, and every once in a while give free samples (horrible for you, especially if you have type 2 diabetes; deadly).
I'm trapped in this vortex of Caffeine addiction.
I dont want help though i need it.
I have this constant nagging that i cant function without my Espresso.
and my quick fixes are Redbull and Soda.
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