The Night I Followed My Nose

ok... this is kinda random... but it DOES have something to do with coffee. 20 years ago, jenny and i lived in downtown Kansas City, MO... 8th and walnut to be exact. there used to be a banner on the side of the apartment complex that read "if you lived here, you'd be home by now." we thought that was a cool promotion and moved in. my friend chris mull let us borrow his TV (we only had a stereo at the time), and he visited us often. one night after jenny was asleep, chris and i got out, bounced a tennis ball off the sides of parking garages, and explored the neighborhood. after awhile we were overwhelmed by the strong smell of coffee, and literally started walking in the direction it was coming from. we stepped over alot of broken glass, and wondered if we would get blamed for it, but we never saw any police. eventually we found the source of the coffee smell. it was coming out of a building where a certain brand of coffee is made. since that time i realize that there are MANY different coffee smells, even though i can only think of three right now... the memory of that industrial coffee smell will always be tied to meandering the empty streets of KC, while avoiding broken glass.