I just came back from Starbucks. The lady asked me if I wanted a bag and I said, bag? I don’t need a cup. I don’t need water. And then I said sometimes I think, and then I gestured like I was opening the packet of dehydrated coffer, pouring out a line of it, and then inhailing it. The sales lady pretended to laugh, but her eyes said, please don’t come in here when you’re drunk anymore.