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December 03, 2016
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Coffee Shop

Personally I have opted out of the small slip of paper that has the password to the Internet. I am going at it untethered this afternoon. I take quite a bit of comfort in the fact that something could happen in the world and I wouldn’t know about it immediately.

The cop stops to ask the Young Mother where she is heading. He seems to notice something strange in the backseat but right at that instant his radio crackles. He answers it and in a daze waves the car through.

The Young Mother drops Our Hero around the bend where his female companion is already waiting with the car running. ZAP.
There is no bathroom at the cafe and I suddenly have to pee. A few of the folks around me have gone down the block to Chipotle but I choose to just head home. “It’s the only bad thing about this place,” the guy across from me says. I nod in agreement.

It’s 5:30 p.m. and already dark out. Can’t get quite used to that. Nevertheless, the weather is beautiful and I enjoy the stroll back to my apartment. Our Hero drives off into the sunset.