Starbucks unfortunately has become a regular part of Sunday. The door pictured here is that of the Starbucks. One of the POSITIVE/NEGATIVES, which my injury is full of, is my hankerin’ for that putridly-good drink. That is best known as coffee. My mother has been a faithful drinker of that sinfully-delicious beverage for longer than even she remembers. But like all addicts she refuses to admit her addiction, saying she could quit whenever she wants. We started haunting this, the Starbucks on Pantops, sometime after August of 2007 but not too much after.