Ok. So my friend Kevin R. told me about how great this coffee place, Black Horse, is. I've come to love it as he does so. I was walking around downtown by myself, as I periodically do and stopped at the Uptown Cafe (aka Blackhorse) to drink a caramello (beats a carmel machiatto by a longshot). I sat down at a table inside to do some recreational reading. My friend Jaq gave me a book of poems for my birthday. It's called The Beautiful, by Michelle Tea.
The Smiths were on the radio, and I was proud to be able to recognize that. Total indie cred.
As I was reading and scribbling some thoughts over the poems, I began to eavesdrop on four women at the table near by. They were probably in their upper 50s, low 60s. I laughed out loud when they were talking about the Twlight book/movie series and one of the women said in reply to her friend's, "It's so juvenile" comment, "It's not juvenile, it's moronic."
About a week later I eavedropped on another conversation in the same coffee shop. A scruffy guy said, "That guy is crazy if he thinks that just because a judge ordered it I'm going to pay him $6,000."
Smart.
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