Writings in the Sand

Apocalypse Coffee

I bought the worst coffee in the world.

I didn’t realize it was the worst at first because it was mixed up in the coffee can with some of the old coffee and that helped take the edge off it, I guess. Or maybe my sinuses were congested and I couldn’t smell it.

It smells like road tar under a hot, summer sun. It doesn’t taste much better. I think it’s made from wet leaves, mud and something they scraped off the floor at an oil refinery,

I tried adding salt to the grounds. Okay, it’s slightly less bitter road tar.

I can’t throw away coffee. That would hurt me on a spiritual level. Maybe I will freeze it for use when I really need it and will be glad of any kind of coffee. Some more dire time, like after the apocalypse.

For this morning anyway, I am drinking it because it’s coffee. And bad coffee is better than no coffee.

And I won’t say which coffee it is. Coffee, after all, is a personal taste. Besides, they sue people for Yelp reviews these days. Opinions will one day be totally outlawed because they offend people. Then you’ll all have to drink this nasty coffee and you won’t be allowed to complain.