Boise, black...no sugar
whenever I would come to visit you,
the second thing you would do was
put on a pot of coffee.
6 scoops of coffee.
6 cups of water.
You owned only two old mugs;
one had a picture of an angel,
the other, a map of Idaho.
Boise, black...no sugar
posted by gregor at 9:43 PM
you really don't want to know all the gory details, do you?