Dennis Leary has a great bit about flavored coffee.
Im driving around in my truck, and I see a 7-Eleven, and I think, Of course, 7-Eleven! I can get a cup of coffee flavored coffee in 7-Eleven. What could be more than the 7-goddamn-Eleven? I walk in there, sure enough, two big aluminum containers, like the old days, right? Ones labeled decaf, the other one has no label, what would you think? I think you would think what I thought. I pour myself a nice cup of coffee, I get up to the counter, go there to pay for it, behind the counter is another eighteen-year-old kid, okay?
So Im standing there with my coffee, trying to pay for my coffee, hes looking at me
I take my coffee and leave. I get in the truck, Im drivin, coffees in the cupholder, Im thinking about what a FUCKING retard that kid was, hopin my kids dont turn out like that, all of a sudden I smell maple syrup in my truck. Did the kids spill maple syrup in here? And then I realize its coming from my coffee, somebody spilled maple syrup in my coffee. I go BACK to the 7-goddamn-Eleven, walk in, put the cup on the counter, I go, Yo. Yo yo yo yo yo. Come here. Come here. Somebody spilled maple syrup in my coffee. No, thats the flavor of the month, man. Thats, uh, maple nut crunch. Maple nut crunch, okay? Maple nut fucking crunch. Are you gonna tell me that Juan Valdez is down in Bogota right now fielding a field full of maple nuts, I dont fucking think so! In fact, Im willing to bet my left maple nut that hes NOT! Pull up your pants. My mom used to tell me when I was growing up, Denis, why dont you wake up and smell the coffee. You know what, ma? I did, it smelt like fucking waffles, okay? Why dont you just throw all the breakfast stuff in my coffee? Yeah, put an egg in there, eggaccino. How about some Cocoa Puffs, puffaccino. God damn it.
So, where was I? Coffee..... I really like coffee. It's almost midnight right now and I'm drinking some while I type. I drink it all day. My blood pressure is still ok, I sleep fine, though not much. I was worried about the sleeping thing for a while. I stopped all caffeine intake for two weeks. I still didn't sleep much. So my being awake a lot is more me than the coffee. Coffee does help me get going in the morning, but I can usually get going with out it too. So the addiction factor, at least so far, is in my head.
I'm sure part of this is an after effect of my being a recovered alcoholic. When I quit drinking I used to do things to take the place of the drinking and the rituals involved. I don't mix cocktails for myself anymore, I grind beans. I mix different kinds of beans.
There is a local coffee place called
My adopted brother, Jeremy Lynch, brings me coffee when ever he visits. He even got me a pound of Bun E. Carlos's coffee.
Ok, enough about coffee. I'm going to get another cup.....
9 comments:
Deja Java! Last night, before I creeped under the covers, My mind spewed a whole 'I like coffee' post that I never posted. Damn eerie, that!
I like exclamation points!
Gotta go!
I hate coffee, but I love Dennis Leery. That bit is one of the funniest he's got going. I really miss "The Job" it was a sitcom with Dennis Leary as an NYPD detective, hilarious shit. Where was I?
Oh yeah, I hate coffee flavored coffee. I like all the frilly stuff like vanilla and whipped cream and carmel. If I'm paying $3 for it, it damn well better have more than coffee in it. For pure caffination of my system, Diet Coke is my drug of choice.
When I was a reporter every other person on the desk went through pots and pots of coffee a day. The girl who trained me had this big ass mug the size of a small compact car and she filled it up at least once and hour. Of course, she was the only who never needed a company car because she could fucking fly everywhere.
Luckily, the pop machine was also free so I could get my caffeine fix without having to brave the nasty kicthen or get stuck on the coffee making rotation. That free pop was the only good thing I ever got out of the newspaper business...
Coffee runs through my vains, more exactly high test expresso. Like Ray Banks, if I could ingest warm motor oil, it would probably allow me to stay up 24 hours at a clip. Man I hate to know what the caffeine bottom might be like.
Aldo, Warm motor oil tastes horrible. I found out by accident but that doen't lessen the experience...
Byron, Diest coke is a great source of caffine (1 of the food groups as far as I'm concerned)
I think coffee is what separates us from the Brits, and thereby, the apes. But, every now and then, I must say it is nice to let the monkey out and sip some chai, with 'biscuits' and some good "oregano" if you know what I mean crime spree. Good stuff that coffee and that Mr. Valdez... he's an actual person you know.
I do like chai every now and again. It's kind of a healthy caffine......
You mean... caffeine's ass? The sole's of caffiene's feet? Are you being philosopical, thusly confusing my more concrete mental leanings at the moment?
WHAT do you mean - caffeine's bottom?
Ah Jen,
The metaphysics of a true coffee drinker. Damn, now you can see why I'm having trouble finishing said article. What I meant to say is I'm not looking forward to wicked headache during caffeine withdrawls, thus a bottom (or hitting bottom). I do like the term caffeine ass.
Dear Lord! Reaching coffee bottom and being a caffeine ass as a result. Oh, the pain, the suffering, the stammering incomplete sentences.
Argh, I say, argh!
BTW, I love Ryan Adams.
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