A Dead Body In The Beans
Enter the coffee shop…
Now that you’re equipped with your personal identification and an emblem of belonging, I’m referring to…
With one sneaker on the hot pavement, and the other on the torn grip-tape of my wooden skateboard, I stood there……
The fresh smell of mixing aromas, the hissing of the steamer, and the warm breath of the café embraces you as the…
This may or may not have happened in real life.
If there’s a free Wi-Fi network but there’s no coffee shop offering it, does it really exist? Just wondering.