I don’t blog much about the “Coffee Drinker” part of “Writer. Thinker. Coffee Drinker.”  Coffee became part of my daily routine when I was fifteen or sixteen years old. Sophomore year of high school, my systematic theology teacher (I went to a Christian school) kept a pot of coffee on all day, and I’d drink a cup during each class. The only catch? He didn’t supply any sugar or creamer.   The first time I tried black coffee, I hated it. The only thing I could taste was the bit