Back in 1989 I had a co-worker friend who went to Jamaica and returned with a custom coffee mug with my name on it. It wasn’t a cheap printed one, the letters were formed out of clay. I don’t use it every day anymore, because I’m afraid it will break, but it’s in my rotation. It reminds me that some people used to care something about me, for some reason.
Back in 1989 I had a co-worker friend who went to Jamaica and returned with a custom coffee mug with my name on it. It wasn’t a cheap printed one, the letters were formed out of clay. I don’t use it every day anymore, because I’m afraid it will break, but it’s in my rotation. It reminds me that some people used to care something about me, for some reason.
I care about you, stranger. I hope you’re doing well.