Guten Morgan........

Yawn….muscle stretch….itchy groin and scratchy arse….
Where is my phone…… third ring goes and I disconnect…… open the door and see my maid already churning the espresso machine…. MMMmmmmmmmmmm technology…. Back those days half of the house shouted the maids name….. now give a missed on their cell and ur coffee is there….

Mmmmmmmm black hot Americano….. smells amazing already the fumes entering the brainal arena and popping the nerves clogged….

Why the fuck is this an Americano…why not an Indiano or an Italiano or a Canadiano…… raking my morning dead cells on the most non-existent issue of my life….well in my extensive travel across the globe I realized that America was one of those nations where coffee came in pretty late…but yet they got a coffee on their label….. Well whatever…a country to get Bush on their oval....surely is allowed to have a coffee procedure on their label....

A P.J. hits my head.....what happend when Bushes in whilte house lawns cought fire????

Security: Mr.Bush Mr. Bush ..............!!!!
Mr. Bush: is there a problem.... (in his texan accent)
Security: Mr. Bush your bushes are on fire..................

my coffee is Indian..My maid is Indian…and my morning stinking mouth is definitely Indian…. Head shaking happening ….. Those early morning patriotic vision….for a coffee…..

Memories of that late night chat with a rare brain-dead-pschidzo…high on tea caffeine and some biscuit brand she mentioned….……. Kind of sweet girl…..haven’t tasted her so sweet sweet but not in that pretext …. But sweet, in my own ways…….

Less agony of past…. Much less Benjamin…. Friends coming over in the evening….. …… just another Epiphany…..

Final scratch and reducing itch…..

Good Morning..

Rise and shine….