March 2009
17 posts
Raised by Baristas
Delusional, maybe, but I have a fixed belief that my neighborhood beanery was specifically created with my preferences in mind. They have a clover coffee machine, free wifi, macaroni and cheese, Fellini movies, and Ian Curtis is often bleeding through the speakers. I go there under false pretenses—to study, to work on The Great American Novel, to drink a DAMN fine cup of coffee—but...