Jan 21
5 min read
That Time I Destroyed a Perfect Stranger’s Cup of Coffee
In my defence, I felt really, really bad about it
When I was 19 years old, I packed my essential belongings (toothbrush, jean skirts, baby blue gumboots with the brass buckles, my beloved brass knuckles, a carton of cigarettes, and laptop) into an oversized duffle bag and skipped the province.
