Mind your own business, you stupid fucking Californians. One would think you’ve been trapped in a bubble all your lives.
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.
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.