I’m sitting in a coffee shop called Lazy Hummingbird in Ocean Beach San Diego.
This is what I observe:
Since taking my seat I’ve learned that the Coffee Shop Dude just got his first sunburn. It happened 4 days ago and within the last two hours it started to blister under the giant peace sign on this faded black t-shirt.
There is a group of older men and women that meet here regularly for some sort of writers club. They all have white hair and read their stories about dogs and the 4th of July out loud. They want the dogs to be free. They want quiet. They’re not a fan of dog noses in their crotch.
The Coffee Shop Dude used to drink milk out of the utter. With his words I have an image in my head of this surfer dude lying on his back under a cow chanting “give me your delicious milk oh tasty one”.