this morning #302.

this morning, somebody somewhere was suffering as he ground up a fresh batch of kona coffee beans & dropped a couple slices of seven-grain bread into the toaster. life was good. life was more than good. life was full of island getaways & souped-up hundred-thousand-dollar electric cars purchased with a windfall of inherited wealth. life rolled out the red carpet for him & he’d strutted on down it in the finest duds that daddy’s money could buy. out on his seventh-floor balcony overlooking the valley, he sipped from his fancy daily grind with no concept of the average joe’s daily grind. he’d find out how the other half lived soon enough. the fall from grace would be stupendous.