Mmmm...coffee. When did I become such a grampa, I wonder. My brother used to say I dressed like a cool old person, referring to the thrift store cardigans. I was actually going for a Teenage Midwest Housemartin look but unfortunately I think I've always appeared a bit homeless as well. These days I have the Housemartin hair by default--except for the cross shaved on the side. Theirs, not mine.
Anyway, coffee...just can't start the day without it.