Dateline: Wednesday, October 15th. 2:54 pm.

Wicker Park.

Earwax Cafe.

I was wise to never have ventured in here in all the years I lived/played nearby.

Being ignored by bitchy, skinny, queeny serving boy. Drinking a horridly burnt, shitty cappucino. Eating a five dollar slice of shitty cake so they would let me have a table when all I wanted was a ( Read more... )