He's evil, and he has the nerve to MOCK me.
He's sitting right near me as I type this. So nonchalant, irreverant. I'm sure he knows that I'm not a big fan of his, but it doesn't matter. Almost every here loves him. I can't go anywhere without him being there; he follows me to work and the library. I try to be patient, and I understand that first impressions are, on occasion, wrong. But the second...third...

Sometimes, I even try to give him credit, make him out to be sweeter than he really is. Sometimes, he can be downright disgusting. I heard friends of mine say that whenever he's at a diner with him, he flagrantly disregards taste. It's a diner, I say, what the hell do you expect?

Nonetheless, people give him praise. Maybe I'm being the bitter one this time, but I can't help but ask what is so damn special about him? I really hate giving in, but you kinda have to go with the flow, right? Everyone likes him...

I turn to him. Well, here goes nothing...



...I was right. Coffee really does taste like ass. And now my mouth does.