We then drove around the Cabot Trail. I stopped at certain stores where I gave them some copies of my novel to sell. I was happy and revved up.
I then took a quick glance at Dominic. How would he get along without me? I could die from a throat tumour? Poor Dominic. Poor me.
I kept trying to cough up this attached chunk of something. Then I tasted blood. God! Now blood too!?
You see, my caffeine experiences can set up some pretty authentic reactions and scenarios. Why wouldn’t I go rat poop crazy with this caffeine reaction?
I felt better.
I still drink coffee from time to time. I’m a gambling kind of guy.