Evidence that NYC is in my blood and my love for java.

It is one of my pleasures in life to walk the streets of NYC with cup of coffee in hand.

Drinking a cup of coffee from a paper cup with a plastic cover on, dressed light and sweet, is divine. I will occasionally drink it darker than night, stronger than god, and sweeter than love. In general, it is light and sweet.

Cup of joe in the hand, busy streets and a little music provide theatre that never bores.

It is this quintessential NYC behavior that I see so many do that makes me realizes that there is a little NY in me as I do relish this experience. I feel confident, after slight intoxication from the caffeine and the sugar, that the walk to the subway or anywhere else I may be going is more of a treat than anything else.