I’m Mo, the Neighborhood of Misfits’ resident Coffee Monster and reluctant participant in anything scheduled before my second cup.
People say I drink too much coffee.
I say everyone else is approaching the day dangerously unprepared.
If I’m holding a mug, life is manageable.
If I’m not holding a mug, whatever you need can probably wait five minutes.
I’m usually the quiet one watching everyone else turn a simple situation into a neighborhood emergency. I may not say much, but I notice everything.
Now excuse me while I stare into the distance and pretend I’m thinking deep thoughts.
I’m actually trying to remember where I left my coffee.