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I am back in the old store, the one right by my job; I had to take a table in the middle, so I have no power. I have an hour before I have to leave for work, and an hour and twenty minutes left on the battery of the laptop. There is probably an analogy for life there somewhere, but I’m not sure where ( Read more... )

I’m in a different starbucks, about 10 miles east of the one I normally sit in. This one is right off the aorta of Florida, I-95, and Hollywood Boulevard. I’ve always compared this area to L.A. where the women the money the attitude, the whole fabulocity of the scene about 80% of what L.A.’s is. Of course the heat is higher so we get credit for ( Read more... )

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Day Ten.

Fat boys are back, and you know we can never be wack.

( Back in the 'bucks )

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