Mind your own business, you stupid fucking Californians. One would think you’ve been trapped in a bubble all your lives.
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Apparently everyone in the city goes to Starbucks at 11.00 on a Saturday morning. I can’t hear myself think. The line is stretching out the door. Some father-daughter couple is sitting next to me complaining about the way Bush is being treated. They make it sound like he’s on the cross.
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They play the same damn music over and over in the Starbucks. They’ve been playing this same CD all day every day since I first arrived in October. Or was it November? I forget. The point is:
CHANGE THE DAMN CD.