midmofan wrote:Old Coffee. Bad Coffee. Burnt Coffee. Coffee that has been left simmering way too long.
Ahhhh. Bein the first one up at camp. Heatin' up black coffee over the still burning campfire. After a night of whiskey drinkin. Your head still spinnin. Dim blue light of the pre-dawn contrasts with the orange glow of the fire. The smell of the smoke and early morning dew. And the thick as tar first sip of that bubbling coal black brew...
Parodi Kings would be ideal in that moment.
A series of rough, harsh assaults to the senses.
Sometimes there's nothing better