Ever wonder why proles on their way to work often have a thermos, disposable cup or permanent IV attached to their hand?

It's called addiction.

Whether they consume it murky with muck at the bottom, or frothy with a kick. Whether it's whitened, sweetened or left in its original caramel-brown form. A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N.

I'm an addict too but only because it keeps me awake. It gives me energy. It tastes good. It's cheap when dining on a dime. The aroma is mood-heightening. It boosts metabolisms when they are at a snail-pace slow-down. Speed from a little brown bean. It's more affordable than crack when you're in mid-terms or have a long road-trip.

I admit my dependence. But I forget it's not just about wakefulness.