"Care for some?" Chick offered. "Or don't they let you drink this stuff yet?"
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In 1893, I guess kids weren't allowed to drink coffee. Probably because there wasn't enough cocaine in it. Unless maybe kids in 1893 were drinking tons of coffee but kids in 2006 weren't yet back to drinking 1893 levels of coffee, so Pynchon was all, "The youngest kid aboard the airship probably isn't allowed to drink this adult beverage."
I used to go on caravan weekends with my grandparents, their siblings, and their siblings grandkids. This was in the 70s. All of the adults would get up early and sit around on lawn chairs drinking coffee. It smelled pretty good and it looked like a good time so I, of course, whined my head off until I was given a cup and told not to waste it. I had one sip and thought, "How do I waste this without anybody knowing?" My first attempt to drink it was to add so much milk that the coffee turned as beige as a brand new Vega being given away on The Price is Right. It still didn't work. Eventually I whined my head off until I was allowed to dump it in the sink.
Now I like coffee. All kinds of coffee from the black stuff brewed at the back of the church on nights when church isn't in session to the sugary nonsense stuff from Starbucks that shouldn't legally be allowed to be called coffee.
Chick likes coffee and he wants a buddy to drink coffee with him so he can't be all that bad. I mean bad in a bad way. He's definitely bad in the way that I would thoroughly enjoy if I were into bad boys which I am not. I was into Leather Tuscadero and not The Fonz.
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