Every day without fail, the people at Starbucks put too much coffee in my cup even after I ask them for room for cream.  So every day I pour a little bit of my coffee out into the waste basket.

It’s whenever I do this that I hear myself telling me in my own head, “to pour out a little bit for my dead homies.”

I don’t even have any dead homies (that I’m aware of), but every time, I hear the words in my head when I’m pouring out a little bit of coffee into the trash in honor of my dead homies.  It makes me snicker and laugh, regardless.