Most expensive coffee Kopi Luwak and street performers.

How I bought my own coffee

It is not until I went to UK that I learned coffee is so f....g expensive. Here in tropics, I rarely use it although it is produced here. But the aroma it has in the coffeehouse combined with the culture and the shitty weather mandated me to do so in UK. So, I drank my fair share of coffee with my own money. But this is not about real coffee. This is about that website called "Buy me coffee" and "Catch me if you can" Frank Abagnale Jr and maybe about cat crap!

Most expensive coffee

Before moving onto the proper matter of bread and butter with coffee, I want to show you a fact. Which is hilarious and unexpected at the same time. The most expensive coffee in the world is kopi Luwak. Which comes from Indonesia and the other name for this is "Cat crap coffee" because it is made from partially digested poop of palm civet. If you do not like how it's made you can use the next best thing which is called black ivory coffee which is from Thailand. Guess what, it is coming from elephant poop this time. Ha ha ha. Am I making you feel disgusted over a coffee. Yet sometimes animal poop is not disgusting specially if it is dry. I know this for a fact as I used to play with dried up rabbit poop in a nearby playground when I was a kid. I can't remember exactly what I did with them, but I know it wasn't disgusting at all. Just dried up grass balls.

Civet: https://unsplash.com/@crespo_photography101

Buy me coffee and Frank Abagnale Jr.

Let's move to coffee. I added a button for someone to buy me a coffee, as I have no visitors yet to monetize the blog. Yet even if I did, I really want to run this ad free as long as possible as I know how disgusting scrolling and reading through those disturbing ads feel like. It's worse than rabbit poop! So, I created a profile on buy me coffee and I could not help myself donate a dollar. What I have done was actually losing some of the cents to "Buy me coffee" as I do not get full dollar in return when it comes back to me! Yet I felt like Frank Abagnale JR.

If you have watched this masterpiece featuring Leonardo de Caprio in the movie "Catch me if you can" there is a scene where his father Abagnale SR gives an empty checkbook to Frank Junior. Who is played by young De Caprio. And this empty checkbook was a potential, just a symbol that he would earn and fill his bank account with loads of money in the future. So, he could write cheques spending it. And this checkbook was a gift for the teenager who became a runaway from home, and a self-made thief, of international variety, a true master in cheque fraud.

Oh, you might get the wrong impression that I am planning on becoming a millionaire from donations! Not at all. I know it is never going to happen. What are the odds of someone truly value the workings when I write mostly on valuelessness. It just makes me feel like a street performer, not a thief.

Civet Coffee beans: https://unsplash.com/@hdbernd

Why I am a street performer, in the Google station

Have you seen street performers? They play the piano or sing a song. And just because they enjoy doing that. I have never seen a street performer become a millionaire not until AGT became a thing. It makes me realize there is no quitting now. I have committed myself to be a writer for the rest of my life. So, it doesn't matter how many read these articles. It doesn't matter how many visitors google brings. I love the experience of creating another illusion with words. So, I can live one more day longer before being executed by the boredom and depression of a monotonous life. So, I can spread the message of truth called mindfulness, which was very very hard for me to find, that I struggled years thinking. Now I know a little, so I spread it free. Part time for now as long as I can buy my own coffee.

So let me write a poem, like that street performer so you can feel better reading it healing any wounds created by ghosts of the past

Wehrmacht's Gun: https://unsplash.com/@we_the_royal

In the hours of darkness when no-one is left

To give comfort of a warm hug when you needed it the most

When the loneliness is unbearable like walking on a country road

When glasses cut deep into your bare feet while your enemy smile

When you cannot rest when you cannot run, as the shackles of life tighten around

When you are cornered on a wall facing Wehrmacht's gun

When you know God would not appear whom did not all this time

I will be there for you a friend if you feel me then, my deed is done