Back in the BK

He did not remember my coffee order. Not only did the man at the deli not remember how I take my coffee but he also fucked up my bagel. But other than that, things have been going seemingly well. I arrived in New York yesterday at approximately 2:50 pm. My mom came and met me … Continue reading

First Coffee After Camp

I’m here at the local coffeehouse after not being here for the past two months. It feels strange. There’s not a lot of people inside and new baristas working that have no idea who I am (or how much money I’ve spent on their coffee). I’ll admit, I was kind of hoping someone would recognize … Continue reading