I used to buy Starbucks every day at university and work, I switched to making my own coffee to save money and it just didn’t taste the same.

I tried every different ingredient I could think of, light roast, medium roast, dark, french, grind sizes.

At last, I gave up and said: “Fuck it, I HATE making coffee…” took a sip… there it was, that missing flavor.

It tastes the way it does, because it’s made with misery and spite!

And that’s how I found out that I was actually a demon. Thanks for listening to my story.