Working

Starbucks is becoming my office away from home. I work here more than anywhere else.

I don't like the coffee very much. Always charred. And these Xmas cups. Blech.

I'd much rather go across the street to Peet's. But the honey bought me a Starbucks card and I got no spare cash. So here I am, drowning out their stupid jazz with college radio and trying to work.

There's a guy sitting across from me who looks a little ridiculous. Brown cords, blue navy vest over a tan button down shirt and tie ... and a mohawk. Business casual punk. I wish I could take a picture.