I can't remember what I was reading, but I remember his hand written journals across the small table from me. I think the small table and hard chairs were so that we wouldn't stay in the coffee shop for too long. I often do anyways. I am a slow drinker, and I like to get my money's worth out of the experience. Anyways, he was up at the counter or something, and as I sat there reading, I reached for my coffee cup without taking my eyes from the pages, as I often do. This time, though, I managed to push the entirely full cup right over gushing fresh coffee all over my friends hand written journals.
Oops.
"Good", was his reaction. "Now I don't have to feel so bad next time I do something stupid in front of you or ruin something of yours".
