Typing to you from Toronto today; I was supposed to be midway across aerial Canada by now, but, you know how these things go.
April — ?
I’ll miss Joe: the elbows-in, quick, darting movements; the rushes; and scooping deep into five-pound bags of coffee beans, inhaling deeply the smell of coffee, coffee, coffee. Bottomless free coffees, trying weird new combinations of chocolate and chai syrups and tiny iced cortados, and nibbling broken vegan chocolate-chip cookies behind the counter.
Yesterday, as it’s 1:29am now. I didn’t know black tea was so caffeinated.
“It’s the only time I don’t give back what I’ve stolen.”
Adam Green, A Pickpocket’s Tale