Ben and Millie drink coffee in perhaps the world's perfect room: with five windows looking over the confluence of Soda and Gun Creeks. Kelly showed me what it is like to sit with a hot mug and meditate on the day, spider plants making generations of ladies in silent company. So I've got this concept of coffee being this drink of solitude, a drink of morning calm and quiet comfort. Making espresso on the HMS Weed Warrior last summer was the logical extreme of that idea, and was, for those Steely Dan fans out there, "the best."
But today I am wearing black and white, with my silver-and-black laptop matching my silver-and-black phone and silver-and-black travel mug, and I'm on Bogart Street at "Archive," an espresso-slanging video rental cafe with exposed vent ducts, a clientele wearing nothing but black coats, and a projector screen playing this:
...in a pulsating stream of absolutely addicting Beastie Boys' jams. A video hasn't gotten me like this one since "It's Gonna be Me." Forget Gun Creek, Bennie. Let the spider plants wilt, Kel. Leydies and Hipstermen, welcome to paradise!
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at this pace you're going to have to keep this blog going another 10 years to have 365 entries. life points deduction.
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