On Coffee, Fish Eyeballs, and the 2016 Election

To this day, I can’t fathom spending $4 on a cup of coffee — the roadside cup is great, as long as it’s light and sweet enough. Kyle, on the other hand, will buy a $20 pack of roasted beans from his favorite shop in LA, that he’ll fly back to New York and grind it by hand every morning and brew in his Aeropress. It’s a sacred, 10-minute process. I love him for this little ritual and respect him so thoroughly for the effort he puts in. Who am I to judge what makes him happy?

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