i'm a local, I need inspiration, or something
I sit in corner coffee shop.
This is one of the middle times.
you think about what happened before and what will happen next.
You wonder if you really do have something to say, or if your JUST a milkgiver.
JUST.
The black drop- "Here it is, doppio number three!"
Local artist Vince walks by and tells you that he admires your bike by using hand gestures through window.
Local spinstress Kate orders coffee with boyfriend, local acter, and they look all cute. They hold hands across the table while reading local news.
Remember pre-times?
Local guys talking about taking their local bikes to faraway places.
Local esspresso guru Alec walks in and out writing things down.
Yesterday we marched down this road holding doves and dancing to peace drums. And my heart and head where here (locally and faraway in the middle of the east) with the footsteps of many. I ended the night snapping at a woman who was different than me because I was embarressed and weirded out by her make-up. Will I ever be a peacemaker?
