Saturday, October 14, 2006

Caffibacco

He looked me in the eye.

"I don't have any vices," he said, exhaling smoke.

"I know," I said.

We both slurped noisily from hot mugs of coffee.

This isn't meant to a completed work of sheer wonder. It just popped into my head because it's something that actually happened.

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