No one cares where you are because you don't matter in the big scheme of things. My creative energy isn't here anymore. It's other places. Black coffee turns me into my father. Or maybe I'm being paranoid. But I'm still thinking like black coffee. Replace lack of sleep for herbal remedies and I might as well be an undercover black supremesist trying to infiltrate the Man's world, spawning backfires all over the country and disappointing my rich mother. Or I might as well be dead, but I can't know.