What is an early riser in a cheap hotel to do two hours before his wife is ready to go for coffee? Terrible Hotel Coffee. One need only grab a packet of stale (almost always labeled “gourmet”) grinds and some water from the bathroom and you’re off. Yes, I drink this stuff. Not because I should, or because it’s good, but because it’s there.
This morning I shot a little iPhone video to pay tribute to THC.
(Wait, isn’t THC a narcotic? No, it’s The History Channel. That’s right.)