My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

September 28, 2008

My grandmother drank coffee black. Seven or eight cups a day. One or two after dinner. This was before low fat milk and Equal, so to keep her feminine figure she had to cut out the calories. This is back in the days of shifty American coffee, too. Filtered Folgers. Bitter piss water. Everytime I drink black coffee I think about her.

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