I Guess It's Possible I Have A Slight AttachmentI’m a slave to a pot, indentured to a brown bean. Forever enthralled by that rich aroma, entranced by that bitter slash. I’m a junkie scrambling for a fix, an obsessed suitor stalking his one true love. I trust no one who does not partake, but I refuse to share my stash.
Good the last drop? Damn straight.