So Coffee...hmm What an odd substance. I personally Love the F-ing thing, but to what degree. I have a plethora of stories revolving around "Coffee" I've made friends through coffee breaks, talked to interesting people whilst drinking coffee, posed for pictures, and a whole other bunch of non sensical type things. For this installment I will write a short little Blurb about a coffee Hunt.
So I love coffee neigh I am quite addicted to it, so much so i need at least one cup a day so i don't end up grumpy, I can live with out Cigarettes for days, but coffee is another animal in itself. Of course I don't need to tell you that after all you have to be interested in Coffee your self Hmm? Well as for me I have a odd habit of drinking coffee to undo my hunger, you know when your hungry but its late and you don't want to hate your self for eating at like 4 am. Anyway so I was talking to My good friend and she we chat reminisce and what have you about NYC and i notice it's getting late. I am at my aunts apartment she is a well to do cook and she needed someone to help her buy things as she made her magic in the kitchen, but I digress, So I am here and well I remember I haven't had my daily Dose of caffeine. So on that note I look for coffee whilst everyone is sleeping as I prepare the water, my mug and the french press. If you never had french press coffee your missing out. So I look where the coffee was, I assumed, nothing just tea. So i look deeper, still nothing and more tea. Im starting to get agitated and realize i actually haven't had a good cup of coffee in like 3 days just watered down BS. So i get frantic and i look everyone, and i come to the sick realization that I never actually knew where the coffee was, EVER. So i get desperate and I search in places any average person would probable not look. I start to dread that maybe she converted to Tea which would mean my french press haven has been closed down. I get angry, but I am in New York the city that never sleeps and I also am located near my old college so there coffee places I familiar to. So I make it my mission not to sleep till I have drank me some JAVA. (Not that I actually can coffee to me is like my warm milk)
So determined I put on my socks and look for my aunts keys, being that this isn't my house i would have no way to get back in, Problem. I cannot locate said Keys, I look all over the coat area and the places where they would be. Key rack, Nada. Key box, Nothing. It dawns on me that maybe there in her room, in her bag. Well fuck that Idea she is a hard woman to deal with on a normal basis and waking her up at 2 am to find her keys would be like signing my death warrant. But Since my uncle leave his stuff outside I remember he has a set himself so lucky me! I must admit rummaging through his wallet for the KEY card was a moral stretch, but at this point i was feeling very grumpy and he was asleep so F-it. I was now ready with all i needed.
Ipod Check.
Lighter Check.
Money Check.
Keys Check.
Cigarettes Check...sorta.
I was Running low so I decided to snag a few from my uncle's pack, thank God he smokes menthol. So I walk out with a unlit smoke in my mouth, I could taste the menthol on my lips, It was cool. As the elevator was on it's way down I noticed how small a normal Cigarette was compared to my 100's, and I Also noticed my uncle pack them really tight, It looked to me like maybe about a half in of paper, so i proceed to fold it. The elevator dings and I proceed out. Holy crap. It's raining like nobodies business outside, but I am already outside and i needed my coffee! As I trudge along the maze that is stuyvesant town, getting wet smoking a all to small Bogie, I notice that this F-ing City never
really does sleep. I say that because, I can hear people screaming about inane crap and see people
coming from what I can only assume some night time event.
I find myself along 2nd avenue heading towards my old stomping grounds when I was a student at SVA
At that corner store On 22nd and 2nd. I go in soaked, but relieved I get to have some freaking coffee.
To my dismay they tell me they ran out, that the should have some in 30 minutes, Like I am gonna wait for that.
So I leave and walk along the other places i knew would have my long lost friend at this point. No luck.
Closed.
Closed.
Closed.
At this point I walk back to my aunt's defeated, upset and still lacking my caffeine fix. Mood MAD.
Then I come across a gaurd post and i think to ask him if he knew of a place that sells coffee near here.
He tells me in my disbelief that Coffee Shop is open 24/7 and it's like on 14th and avenue A. I am in
disbelief and tell him thanks. I speed walk over and see the sweet glow of this hole in the wall diner.
Proudly the Sign above States to all that see "COFFEE SHOP", no else notices this importance, this
declaration. I sure as hell Do, I impatiently wait for the cross walk sign and realize there is not a
cars for miles. So I do what all New Yorkers do, cross dammit. I enter the shop cozy little place, diner
set up and ask one of the waiter for a large Coffee. I wait for it, think about giving tip, since there was
a tip box, pull out 3 bucks. It's came out to 1.50$ so I give him, 2 and leave a quarter. Cheap i know.
Still raining I shake up the coffee, like I always do with a napkin upside down so that the sugar is evenly
distributed, and walk out. I take of my soaking hat and cover the cup and walk to the closes bus stop
as to prevent the rain seeping in to my first sip.
I inhale.
taste it.
drink it.
Fucking good, I light up one of my smokes to enjoy the moment further and walk back triumphant
in my little Misadventure for the evening. Coffee man. Coffee.
