Road To Hana

We got up at 5 a.m.. (That alone should’ve been a red flag. Nothing good happens at 5 a.m. unless you’re going to jail or catching a flight.) Clearly, Hana operates on Satan and sunrise.

I skipped coffee—because I’m smart—and got a hot chai latte instead. This, in retrospect, was like choosing to be executed by electric chair instead of firing squad. The outcome was the same, but more drawn out and with cinnamon undertones. That cup had it out for me from the beginning, but was all chipper about it like a true fake ass backhanded bitch like, “Hey girl, let’s detonate later’. I was so naive.