March 27th, 2010.

I'm walking, it's faster.
Past one million coffee shops, approaching a Starbucks(of course) now. They're everywhere. I personally can't stand the stench inside, never go in, let alone the writings on the cups and the atrocious quality of coffee.
I peer past my reflection in the window to the man with his arms stretched straight out in front of himself, the 12 by 18 inch-ish paperback in his hands: Nebula Award Stories.
It would be nice if it was about orgasms and astrology, but I'm sure it's not, it's Starbucks after all.