first week of school means class is short. means long break before class. means no homework.
so i drove around to find the nearest peets. successful.
i sat outside read some book. drank some drink. ate some ..... scone.
relaxing in the sun.
then this man approached me .. he was worried that i was going to get burned.
then he began to talk. and i dont mean a conversation.
he spoke about the sun and how it created dinasaurs. jane fonda. the irvine company. vietnam. his mother and father. strawberry fields. monkeys and drugs. william shakespears dad.
until i had to cut him off to go to school.
i cant wait for next week.
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that's amazing. was it the Peet's on 17th Street in Costa Mesa? if so... that one is super random.
This is the greatest story ever. Particularly since it involves Jane Fonda.
i bet that didn't happen at what ever shitty coffee shop you went to today... SHAME. (ps. brooke called you a traitor when i told her - she was the only one working).
brilliant.
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