We are waifs and we are strays…

Closing three shifts this week at Beans, 1 down, two to go. One for sorrow, two for joy-not that counting cups is joyful. Meditative, maybe. Perhaps more narrative, actually. The theories left on tabletops-like double-shot-soy-latte-extra-milk guy, who always makes starbursts out of spilled drops of brew (like he's ( Read more... )