"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes.
The Buried Life = 4 guys on a mission to complete a list of things to do before you die and to help others go after their lists. We post things that inspire us. Coffee for your eyes. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE?