Yo, listen up. This sweet/sick/dope hoodie is your official signal that I'm off the grid, living my best life, and soaking up some sun (or snow, depending on where I am). Don't even try to slide into my DMs or call me unless it's an emergency of epic proportions. I'm relaxing/recharging/unwinding hard and need some serious me time/alone time/peace.

It's not a metaphor, it's fact. I need my afternoon dose of brew like a individual requires oxygen. Truly, the thought of starting my day without it makes me anxiety. Black doesn't influence much, as long as that bold flavor reaches my tongue. It's not just a drink, it's fuel for my mind. I am a being of custom, and that habit is my coffee. Fueled