Tasting the coffee today, I raised my eyebrows in appreciation and admiration.
It was the second cup of the day. The first had been at home. I was now in the coffee shop.
But this coffee —
“Mmmm,” I said to myself, like I was Wolf the cleaner (Harvey Keitel) in Pulp Fiction, appreciating the coffee Jimmy (Tarentino) had given him.
I enjoyed the coffee sequences through that period at Jimmy’s house in that movie, because it was so damn real, a pause within the gritty to appreciate a flavor.
Pulp Fiction, Get Shorty, and Reservoir Dogs all need to be added to my dirty list, along with Serenity. How could I forget them? They’re mos def movies I stop to watch when I come across them.
Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.