cafes
ive never really been that comfortable in cafes. too many self-important
people. and though i may myself be self-important. desperately always trying
to escape that. wanting to be humble. and knowing you can never try to be
humble. it comes. or it doesnt. you can pretend. but inside. but i hate
those who do not even try. who go on being self-important. pretentious.
unawares. and cafes attract that. flies to the carcass. feeding on the coffee
and others pretentiousness. few places have i escape that. sometimes at the
horseshoe (though rarely there). kaldis. cafe quackenbush. [and sometimes
it has been stifling. like that time at beathouse. i must leave.]
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