For The Love Of Coffee

Sorry for the interruption of posting.  Back into the grind now and I’ve got quite a backlog of material!  Cheerio and all that.

I was wrong
I was wrong… NOT
I was wrong, not prolapsed
Prolapsed?  I was robbed!
Tea-bagging?  I was robbed!
Tea-bagging – he did it and robbed
Tea-bagging ~ we did it to Bob
Tea-bagging ~ we did it to get a response
Tea-bagging ~ we did it to get a job
Coffee percolating ~ they did it to keep their job
They did it to percolate coffee
They did it to percolate love
They did it to percolate in my love
They filtered it to percolate in my love
They filtered it to assassinate my love
They assassinated my love!
They assassinated love!
John Tesh assassinated love!
John Tesh assassinated
John Tesh

Assassin? (pic swiped from The Johnny Foreigner)

This particular piece of surreal oddness is very special.  It features the handiwork of one of Thursday Night Coffee’s founding members – Jon Mikel! – on a return visit from the land of maple syrup.  He and Colleen came out to visit and convert the heathens to the Way of Comics.  I think they did a fine job.  They’re safely back in the embrace of Vermont now, but at least we got to see them for a bit.

That’s all for now.  Cheers!

-BRP

Snow job

coffee zen

I drove home from a (very) late night at work in the snow.  Something about being the first person to drive down the blank slate of a snowy road at 2 AM is just magical to me.  The radiant white, untouched by other tires and the near-perfect quiet of it all.  It may sound strange, but it’s a very zen experience – one I’ve had many times.

Going past our Coffee Night haunt, I felt a small pang of loneliness.  I shook off the urge to pull in and grab a cup of joe.  Now, I wonder – who might I have bumped into?  Who is out there, lurking in the coffee joints of the world at this hour?  Even if I’ve never met them, I can’t help but feel like a kindred spirit.  Except , of course, I drove on home.

It doesn’t matter where I go, or what becomes of me in this life – part of me will always be at coffee.  Waiting for my friends to show up.  Drawing and writing and making light, in the middle of darkness.  That’s all right with me; that’s just perfect.

Cheers.

-BRP