nedhepburn: at this coffee shop, the second week i was in Los Angeles, i walked in and asked if they were hiring. it had been a long day and i was tired and honestly just wanted a coffee. the guy behind the counter called my bluff.

“yes,” he said, “we are hiring. would you like to interview right now?”

i nodded enthusiastically.

“can you make a latte?” he said. i had ordered a latte. “then make me one and then make yourself one”. the line was building up behind me. i went back behind the counter and made two lattes. “can you work tomorrow?” he said.

i only worked there about a month. but that paid my first months rent, and let me stay in Los Angeles. i went back there today to clear my mind a little, get some normality, some substance, recover some ground, and lo and behold the same guy was behind the counter and the same cook when i was working there was working that day. they recognized me and we smiled at eachother. “how you doing these days?” the cook asked, this short Nicaraguan woman with a ten gallon smile. “im good,” i replied “theres lots to think about”. the guy behind the counter gave me my coffee. “you were a bad employee, your mind was always somewhere else”, he said, “always looking out the window”.

he rang me up for a dollar for a four dollar coffee.

“not that that was a bad thing”, he continued “not a bad thing at all”.

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alaskamiller :i sometimes have trouble differentiating good writing with a good life. having one can make up for the lack of the other while a good story can make up for the former. but sometimes an author is lucky to have both. and that happened. now i have times where i have trouble differentiating luck with living. cause sometimes if you do enough of the latter, there’s no need for the former. lucky fucks.

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soupsoup: SALT LICK BBQ!!!!

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Katie’s hungry… haha

Mark Weaver

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