COUGHING COFFIN COFFEE
if i had money, i wouldn’t bother w/you s.francisco real estate pimps or manhattan hustlers… i’d buy a small coffee farm in the highlands above kona. my girlfriend & i would tend to a small crop of coffee trees & lovingly sell to traffic jams on the one-lane highways just for the jangle of pocket change. the new york times would inevitably write a food piece about our funny little operation. they’d ask:
‘how did you come up w/the name coughing coffin coffee?’
‘my mind is defective,’ i’d say.
‘oh i see.’
[ photo by matea ]









