“The year was 1977, and I was 12 years old… The neighbor kid and I bought a pound of coffee and had about eight espressos each.”
Happiness Is a Warm Coffee
All hail the miracle bean.
theatlantic.com
“The year was 1977, and I was 12 years old… The neighbor kid and I bought a pound of coffee and had about eight espressos each.”
Happiness Is a Warm Coffee
All hail the miracle bean.
theatlantic.com