by Nick Roberts
saturday morning probably 2010 or some shit
wake up early get dressed some fuckin name brand shirt & matching jacket most likely
too small too tight on my chest but that’s how i liked to wear it for some reason
waking up early seems absolutely ridiculous now but waking up early then meant
going to breakfast with my dad & sister
i don’t remember much but i do remember “alaskan waffles” big fluffy waffles with
fruit & ice cream & syrup makes me sick to think now but then i’d eat the whole thing &
not think anything of it waking up early meant needing coffee & i went through this phase when i
first started drinking it where i absolutely hated it but i
drank it because it was cool to drink it it was cool like my dad because back
then my dad was cool
i remember not even knowing how to drink it properly how much sugar & cream to put in i’d
turn the whole thing whiter than the snow outside in the bed of the truck but my dad was so cool &
taught me to put two cream three sugar in every cup & stir with a spoon not a stirrer for some reason
it would be like six am on a sunday morning in december & my dad
& i would be drinking coffee together something i can still do today but now i
still drink cream with two cream three sugar but everyone is a stranger just like strangers
sitting at the bar in the restaurant eating their omelets & hashbrowns but
instead i
fucking cooked them their hashbrowns & no one said thank you so now i
sit in the booth alone stirring my coffee with
two cream & three fucking
sugar