I cough into my shoulder.
I sneeze into my shoulder.
I watch as the dates marked on my calendar
for something exciting
pass me by.
I'm thankful that I celebrated my
birthday just before people started
taking COVID-19 seriously,
so I got to hear the sound of Miguel Zenon's sax,
taste a last frozen margherita,
and blast... R.E.M. one last time.
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On one particular March morning I rolled out of bed in South Brooklyn, and I have to be honest, I think I had a slight headache.
What was the cause of this ailment? Was it COVID-19, or the glass of whiskey I had last night?
Actually, I think it was caffeine withdrawl. Definitely, caffeine withdrawl.
Luckily, the cure was at hand, despite self-quarantine. I only had three pounds of coffee and no one to drink it with. Things were gonna be fine.
Sometimes, the distance between being a novice about something, and becoming something of a snob about it is a relatively short road. I believe I transitioned from stirring instant coffee granules in a cup of cold milk with a fork to doing fancy pour-over with a scale in... about a year's time. Is this an improvement? My palate seems to think so... Well, there's less weird chemicals at least.
My headache-addled state this morning is ironic, because I avoided drinking coffee for quite a long time.
In my childhood, I looked down on people who required their caffeine dose in order to start their day, becoming dependent on a substance that offered no escape from rote daily routine. However, I did really like the smell of coffee.
I avoided drinking coffee (whilst being quite partial to tea) until I was three-quarters of the way through undergrad.
I started with the most ritualistic gateway drug of all.