I was never a fan of coffee houses. The idea repulses me. Why on earth would anyone pay $4 for a miniscule iced coffee just to sit in a small, musak-filled room while fighting with strangers over a few outlets in premium locations?
I did just that today for a couple of hours, and it actually felt quite refreshing. I got an ear-load of gossip about some girl named Leah from the table behind me; On my laptop, I sketched, using my mouse pad, a woman sitting in the opposite corner wearing a Fuschia tank top that’s two sizes too small for her busty frame; I stretched my 4 dollar iced mocha as long as I did….two hours, during which time I jotted down some useless thoughts loosely manifested in semi-intelligent sentences; I also completed two sketches, shakily, on my laptop, one of which is attached below.
It was a day well spent….
Now I want to get my bloody drink on.