This comment was from Mark St. Amant on the post “Do You Remember Your First Time” by Jamie Reidy
I didn’t drink a single drop of coffee until I was almost 34. Not even coffee ice cream. Hell, not even mocha chip ice cream (which was hard to avoid, growing up practically right next door to a Brigham’s). Then I moved to Italy. Had an espresso on my very first day, in the Florence train station — which, to your “candy cigarette-to-unfiltered Camel” point, was like never having done drugs and then jumping right to speedballing . . . in a train station — and I’ve inhaled some form of coffee every single day in the ten years since. It’ll eventually kill me, but I don’t care. Much worse ways to go. Impalement on something, for one. Thanks for the fun reminder of when/how I popped my own cafe cherry.