A buddy handed me a coffee as he jumped into my truck. I was about to babble and he shushed me, “Take a sip of this.” It was rich, varied, and nuanced with highlights that shifted delightfully as the brew slid from tongue to tummy. It was a coffee of memories.
When I listen to Emotional Support Cockroach, I have the same stare-into-space grin. I nod my head. It is an album of memories; some you haven’t had yet.
Take a sip of this.
