“I’m Going To Go Get… Nothing.”

Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.)  He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.

I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”

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