Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

Caffeine

"How long was I asleep for?" I ask Kitty hoping it's been three days.

Okay. I'm exaggerating. Three days should get somebody worried.

"It's been about a day surprisingly," she tells me.

"Well I've only had about thirty minutes of sleep within the last few days," I sit up.

"Steve!" I shout.

He pops his head out of Lyn-Z's room. "What?"

"Can you make coffee?" I ask, "like five cups."

"You won't be able to sleep," he starts going back.

"Wait!" I stop him, "at least tell me how to make it."

"You get the pot and put water in it from the sink then you put coffee in it and put it over the fire," he says, "then let it boil for a while. Serve and devour."

"Okay," I jump off of the couch and go into the kitchen.

I find the pot Steve was talking about and fill it with water.

"Kitty don't step on my coffee!" I tell her after I have it all set up.

This is my greatest work.

"I won't," she calls out from the couch.

"Hey Steve how long until it boils?" I come into the room after a few minutes.

"It takes time. This isn't no instant coffee," he says slightly annoyed.

"Fine," I go back to watch the pot of un-boiling water.

I stare at it for a long time.

Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil. Boil.

Then a bubble appears on the surface of the brown substance. Then another and another.

"It's boiling!" I yell grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

"Let it boil some more!" Steve calls out, "and bring me some too."

The smell of coffee starts filling the room.

I pour some coffee for me and I drink the whole cup in under a minute.

"It's ready?" Steve says standing over the pot of coffee.

"Yeah," I lean in for another cup.

"Wait, you can't just drink the coffee," Steve stops me.

"I can't?"

"No, you have to taste the coffee."

"Okay," I serve myself another cup and I drink it slowly, "I'm tasting."

"What does it taste like?"

"It tastes like-" I stop to think for a minute, "It tastes like rock and roll but in liquid form."

"The urban god of rock and roll put a piece of his spirit into each coffee bean. He gave it the bitterness of rock and he gave it the energy of rock in the form of caffeine."

"Really?"

"No."

We finish drinking our coffee in silence.

"Hey Lyn-Z I need a pen and paper," I barge into her room.

"Why?"

"I've got ideas."

"They're back there."

"Thanks."

I go by the amp to write the song. This is actually not going to be nonsense. Not that the song before was nonsense.

***

"I got a song!" I put my lyrics in everyone's face.

"That was fast," Kitty says.

"Caffeine is liquid rock and roll," I explain.

"Okay?" She says quizzically.

"Come on, grab your drum sticks and your basses and guitars."

"Okay, okay. Just give us a sec," Lyn-Z says.

"I did!"

I wait for everyone to get ready before singing.

"...punch your lights out, hit the pavement, that's what I call entertainment, causing problems makes you famous, all the violence makes a statement."

I end the song.

"You guys got any ideas?" I turn around.

Nobody's listening because they're all trying to come up with parts.

"Yet another good song by MSI," I say proudly.