Hello, My name is Zero and I am a Coffee addict..
It all started when I was 6 years old and my mother gave me a sip of her coffee, from that point on I was hooked and from there it only got worse.. I tried them all, I had no fear of any coffee, from Decaf to double expresso, Iced, Hot, flavored, it didnt matter, if it was coffee I did everything I could to aquire it. I have even sunk as low as digging through my couch for loose change just to get enough money to satisfy my addiction..
I honestly can blame my mother, if she were more responsible she would not have corrupted me at such a young age...
I am on the road to recovery, taking it one day at a time, I have managed to reduce myself down to 1 twenty ounce cup per day that I slowly sip, sometimes making it last for over an hour as I relish each moment of the joy it brings me.
I am unsure if I can ever truly recover from what my mother has done to me, but only time will tell.
My name is Zero and I am a recovering Coffee Addict...