I like my coffee black. Black so it feels like filling up the truck at QT in the morning on pay day. On an early morning, before the sun rises, or hell….while it rises, I like to sit out on the patio, catch up on the news, and brew a good cup of fresh, strong ass coffee. Getting ready for the weekday sucks, but that Sunday morning coffee smell is something I live for. Letting the pup out, stretch his legs, run a bit. It’s all worth it man. But sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to wake up in another country, doing the EXACT same thing. Kick these cowboy boots up and smell the outdoors. That’s why I like my coffee black. Keep things simple, add a little honey.