Coffee Talk (with a little Hallucinogen)

yeah, I did the cheesecloth and coffee, a Grecian dude showed me how to do the honorable coffemaking cheesecloth. And, um yeah, he spoke Greek. I only know this because I asked him what language he spoke. Doh!! And his name was Chris but he pronounced it Greese. No, I didn't think he was from Greece, spoke Greek and his name was Greece. Ok, fine, crap, I did. But now I am smarter than the next dumb*** who will ask what language they speak in Greece. And oh, yeah, the coffe rocked. You slowly pour hot water over it (and a little Baileys didn't hurt either). The Grecian dude was nice, but really into bombs? ( And psychadellic rave parties) It was the first thing he asked us. We were in Orosi, about 3 hours outside of San Jose, and he wanted us all to get a taxi for a physcodellic rave party in San Jose. And, you can tell by my spelling I am not from the sixties, but my folks were, hence the crap spelling of phycodellic. But you get the idea. And , James, Peace Out. Love Forever.