I wanted to go back in time and ask my camp counselor

I Was Told There Would Be Cake by Sloane Crosley

5 min @ Ideal coffee

If only I could remember the time when my stomach didn’t clench and spasm at the thought of milk, the smell of coffee or even cigarettes. Smokes and lattes had been the goddam staples of my diet since the age of fifteen. Of course it started innocuously enough with Craven M and double double drip coffee from the donut place at the mall across from the school. But then came the frothy goodness of cappuccino, I got to be somewhere else than the outskirts of Toronto. But now there was only Toronto and no more coffee or ciagarettes.