I usually respond with one of the following-
- Black like my people.
- Black like my metal.
- Black like my comedy.
- Black like the faint gleam of light that clouds my mind.
WHAO! That last one got a little toooooo poetic! Sorry, I’ll keep the blackness hidden within the bosom of my soul to myself! AH! I did it again!
I guess what they say is true. “Once you go black. You never go Half & Half”.
So, how do you like your coffee world?