it was december in west Lafayette after a recent snow fall. i was wearing my sambas. for all the comfort and fashion the boast they are no quintessential leather boot. you would be warmer walking in a box of tissues. my feet were numb and began to feel as if my digits had congealed into one lifeless lump of flesh ending somewhere where my ankle disappeared into my socks. i walked to the corner of chauncy square where an greek restaurant appropriately named ATHENOS was located--run by a typical first generation fresh off the boat an organic greek man, black moustashe, gold chain necklace, sporting button up and a dr.phil hair cut. as i walked through the door a hearty, "hello sir, if you wanta use o'r warmth you betta buy somthin". i said "ill take a coffee". "Ok! hey adeipho, getta this kid a coffee...best coffee in town you can find for $1.70" i wanted to walk the 500 yards up hill to the student union and buy a cup of starbucks. i took it outside and returned to the bus stop.