no weird shit in the morning, please
I’ve been hearing these rumors that it’s suppose to be like 105 degrees all weekend. I planned to not really leave my apartment.This morning, I wake up and discover that not only do I not have much food (lime extract and green curry paste makes not a breakfast), i also don’t have coffee. Not even a bean to suckle. So I find some shoes, some keys, and go to a nearby coffeeshop that has coffee and decent veggie sandwiches. I walk in and there, in front of the windows, is some kid, maybe 8 or 10 years old, beating the gerthy end of an empty water cooler rapping about recycling. Someone off stage left is providing the backup beat with their hands. I turn and walk back the two feet to the door. What-tha…open mic at 10am on saturday morning?–come on, not cool.