Coffee coffee coffee, yep yep yep, sure, I'm a bean-grinding Columbian brewing coffeeophile, drink it every day, noon, afternoon, night, middle of the night, holidays, any day, gotta have it and if there ain't none in a mornin when I wake up YOU BETTER RUN! I'm drinking coffee right now, as a matter of fact, just a touch of sugar and cream cause that's how I take it, unlike those cats what gotta take theirs straight black, ugh, no, may as well drink beef broth if that's what you like, bleech, and another thing, there's nothing like fresh ground caffeine straight from the bean to amplify one's natural brain kick writing, no sir, it really gets those synapses cracking and snapping, I first met Dean Moriarty not long after my father died and we went on the road looking for girls, kicks, everything, cause the only people for me are the coffee ones--coffee to burn, burn, burn, like fabulous Roman cappuccino machines that gurgle and froth, froth, froth---