Sacred Caffeine

The cup in your hand is not your grandfather’s coffee.

Monks drank it to pray through the night. A goatherd found it on a hillside. Today it comes in a tall black can with a lightning bolt, sold at a child’s eye level.

Part One shows you where the buzz really comes from, and what it is covering up. Then the family. A closet fridge glows in a sixteen-year-old’s room, and his sister sees it first.