“I would enter my little spot on Eighth Avenue and, with nothing more than maybe a nod of acknowledgment, my buddy prepared my personal choice: drip coffee with steamed milk.
“After a couple of blissful weeks though, things took an unfortunate turn. For some reason he started making the wrong coffee (half and half, two sugars). I knew that if I corrected him, our mystic bond would be forever tarnished. So I swallowed the coffee, instead of my pride.”
Internet wunderkind and Tumblr Casanova Nick Douglas, seen here third from the top-left. You can’t miss his fresh-faced, bubbly enthusiasm in the center photo.
In the weird little Christian college we attended, Nick fell in with a group of literary nerds, and by literary I mean that they all really liked C.S. Lewis and Jane Austen. This photo was taken a year before Nick renounced his faith and became a fire-breathing existentialist (I know, right?). The kind of guy who walks around wearing a fedora, bemoaning the student union coffee, listening to the Squirrel Nut Zippers and playing the devil’s advocate with religion professors in heated Calvinism vs Arminianism debates for giggles.
He once went for an entire semester wearing a nice shirt and tie every single day, just because.
The above is all, dear lord, true. Except I think I only wore a tie for three weeks. I was in a tie-wearing contest with my friend Sean (not pictured). This is what happens when you go to college in a dry town.