Marked in an all black attire that would have the likes of Batman questioning his idea of design; I walk into the local coffee shop to keep the wheels turning. Gazes, veering forth as I walk towards the end of the line.
“One Coffee, and maybe a scone. No, I won’t fair well eating a pastry so early in the day. Let’s do a black coffee first, wait a little bit then see about getting something later.”
I tell myself, mouth watering to the sight of a Lemon Blueberry Scone, pair that with a dark roast and I’m at Heavens Gate. So I wait, I take the time needed to set discipline, words to action. Making progress that could move mountains, I was dedicated to this pastry.
Hours later, the time’s come. My body, cold as glaciers waiting for the moment. I pace towards the line.
Ah, here we are.
“What can I get for you?”
“Are coffee’s refillable?”
“Yes, are you getting anything else?”
“I’ll do a Lemon BlueBerry Scone please”
Noticing my T-Shirt
“That’s a cool shirt, what’s it about?”
“It’s about this 1980’s film about a guy that picks up glasses that allow him to see aliens around him”
“Oh I remember seeing that in a documentary about Shepard Fairey”
I hate people.