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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 35 of 307 I carried the icy pitcher and glasses on a tray with one hand into the living room. She is always impressed by this and commented, as expected, "Now that waiterin' you did up there in Salt Lake City sure did teach you some useful stuff." Sometimes I fantasize about using a gun. The smile was still on my face, "Here, let me set this on the coffee table." "Nephi, don't you know anything? Everyone is calling that the "family table" nowadays. Where do you think you are? California?" This was a not-so-gentle dig. I studied two semesters at Berkeley and I have really never been the same. That is true. I don't care what religion you are from, once a person walks the length of Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley a few times, taking particular pleasure in browsing the used bookstores, nothing will ever be the same again. But it's only true if you go alone. Otherwise nothing will break on through the conditioning. I got lucky. Instead of feeling shame for using the word "coffee" in my present anti-coffee culture, I felt sad that I had fallen into the habit of being overly judgmental of everyone around me, especially Kayla. Now I didn't want to kill Kayla, I wanted to kill myself because I just cannot accept some people as they are. But my religion does not really teach this, so was I supposed to have |