completely off topic but you just solved a breakfast riddle that has been plaguing me for about a year: the parisian breakfast is cigarettes, coffee, and hatred. seattle: coffee, weed, and hatred. portland: coffee, weed, self-hatred. san francisco: coffee, weed, love. texas: coffee, self-love. my local: coffee, weed, bacon, hatred. (there’s a hammery just down the road, has the cutest piggies. every spring we’d take the niblings to go play with the new piglets in exchange for a little fence mending and a few baskets of the best blackberries you ever tasted)