A morning without coffee is like using a waterslide without water. Unpleasant. I look at my dead machine. The metal is cold as I touch it, whimpering pathetically. I have no means of making coffee in my home except for a water boiler.

But mama didn’t raise no quitter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The god of coffee gives and takes. And today he’s testing me.

Sock coffee

Yes that’s a sock I sacrificed. And yes, the result was as terrible as you’d imagine it to be.