Immediately after college I quit drinking coffee. For fourteen years afterward I always had a feeling of incompleteness, something felt missing whenever I was in a relaxed state, like there was something I was missing/needed to do, but could not put my finger on the cause. I often considered the source of this phantom yearning and speculated whether I was exposed to crack in one of the roach apartments I afforded in college; perhaps my mom was more of a hippy while I was gestating than has been shared; perhaps I was a junky in a former life...

All of these thoughts were immediately vanquished when I was visiting Hawaii and somebody convinced me I had to try their delicious Kona coffee. Within a few seconds of the first sip I felt like I had been waiting for that sip my entire life. It felt as if an unfulfillable hole in my soul had been filled. T^hank god it's legal, I guess.

Don't even get me started on the 24 hours of absolute misery after giving up sugar AND caffeine on that fateful day in 1994...