Said it before, bears repeating, “I like my coffee strong enough to show up in an illegal drug screen test.”
It starts with that first cup of coffee, then a second, and finally, a third.
Anxiety and jitters, no sleep until Brooklyn, or flights of imagination and soaring intellect, what will it be?
Maybe a fourth and fifth cup will help me.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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