By davidpena21 on Skatehive
I’ve loved coffee since I was a child, and I enjoy it to the fullest—every cup I drink is a special moment that comes just when I need it, whether it’s in the morning, at lunch, or in the afternoon. This time I bought a black coffee in a paper cup—simple, quick, and held steady only by the precarious balance of the car’s dashboard. I bought it on my way home, and as traffic moved slowly, I enjoyed my drink and some background music, since the drive was long. Drinking coffee from a glass is very different from drinking it from a cup, since the glass keeps it hot and is perfect. Plus, I ordered it black and it was pretty strong—the kind that doesn’t ask for permission, but wakes you up and gives you the energy to get through the rest of the day, because after so many hours of struggles and sleep deprivation, I really needed it. At first, it was a little hard for me to drink because I wasn’t used to it; however, that first sip of coffee was a bit of a shock and I choked a little, but then