My Pyrocant At first, it's amazing. You feel like you can conquer the world, befriend your worst enemy, be the most patient, understanding, compassionate person there could ever be. Then, it zaps everything out of you. You become tired, weak, grumpy, paranoid, nervous, and always feeling like something drastic is about to take place. You become extremely aware of your wrists and the vein in your head right above your eye and temple, like a never ending alarm clock. You’re so in tune with every tick, every tock, every beat, of everything. But really, you’re not. You’re so off, way off from every tick, every tock, every beat, of everything. You are nothing but what it has made you...what you have become--a complete and total bitch. And to top it all off, you’re up all night, only to repeat the process all over again the next morning with sheer joy, and anticipation of that first feeling. Never mind the transition, the effects and the twisted result—only the bliss. This is a pyrocant, an obsession. This is my pyrocant, my obsession--my addiction. Coffee.