Drinking Reality Essay -- essays papers

Drinking Reality There is nothing in the world I love more than coffee, I thought. The aroma that calls you from a million miles away. The sharpness it sends through your soul, filling you up giving you the warmth that you so urgently crave. And the darkness the blackness that reminds me all too much of my life. I didnt know what I was doing there, but somehow it made sense. I skipped my origin class that day. My first class ever. I didnt know wherefore. If I had to think about it, I never knew why I did anything. All my life, I was guided and told what to do by others. I never realized where I was going I walked a tight cockroach of others expectations thinking that if I ever took my eyes off what was ahead, I would fall. I never even looked out to see if there was another forget me drug. Maybe one who did not have such high expectations. I just hoped that my parents and friends knew best, and that I was heading in the right direction. I sit down at one of those coffee sho ps, where they pretend that the black stuff that they administer you for three dollars a cup is really gourmet. I was sittin...