AN AID TO COMMUNICATION

The problem with coffee at night after you've returned from Marin is that it is essential to eye the dosage. Too much, and you end up dining on russell Stover Chocolates (Caramels & nuts), which leaves little bits stuck in weird places inside your mouth.
Plus you stay up past your bedtime.

You have lots of weird places in your mouth. Trust me.
At least I do. And I am normal.

Coffee in the evening, as you readily understand, is far preferable to cocktails. You want to enjoy your time off, not spend it insensate and drooling, as so many other people do. At any given time after dark there are probably people drooling on the sidewalk within a block of my front door. This is San Francisco, after all. We drink more and read more than any other city in the States, which is disconcerting to the Fox News Demographic, because even at the best of times they can't understand multiple syllables, complicated terminology, or long sentences.

Especally when those are all mumbled drunkenly.

I like to communicate quite clearly, even when I'm talking to the average Republican. Which is another reason for coffee. And maybe I want to leave a dead mouse on their hotel room pillow, in lieu of a chocolate.

Mouse = one syllable. Chocolate = too may syllables.
You can spot the problem right there, can't you?
Forget the choccy, they need a rodent.


There is too much misunderstanding already.
Best to stock up on dead mice.



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