I had one. Coffee. Black. No sugar, no cream. Thus, black. As I said. I already said that. Didn't need to specify. But I might as well. People are stupid. Common educational tool. Repetition. I had coffee. Black.
Listen. How I take my coffee doesn't matter. Besides, I change my mind about it. Frequently. I once stopped visiting a coffee shop because the guy figured out my "regular". I don't do regular. I do random.
What matters, then, is that I had coffee. Of some kind. Black, we've established that now. But the type of coffee is less relevant than the fact that there was coffee. That I had. Drank, even. You don't just "have" coffee. You drink it. It's not an asset to keep for the future. Unless we're talking about coffee plantations, or stocks, or something. But we're not. Especially not "something". I'm very specific, down-to-earth, concrete, about this. "Concrete" as in opposed to "abstract", not "concrete" as in the construction material. Abstract concrete.
It was a cup of coffee. Black, as I've now stated so many times it seems to hold more significance than I intended. I didn't intend the type of coffee to be significant at all. Only that it was concrete. Not abstract. And not a plantation. Not stocks. Plain, old coffee. That you drink. Or, rather, I drank it. I had it, then I drank it.
Now I don't have it anymore.