As I write this in a Los Angeles based Starbucks, a creepy old man is literally staring at me. I raise my hands in confusion in a "can I help you" manner, but he doesn't look away. I turn my head, as if there may be someone behind me, but there isn't a soul in sight. I want to walk up and ask him, "Excuse me, sir, is there something I can do for you?" He's really fucking with my creative process. [7:12 PM]
Okay, now he's Snapchatting… How many followers or folks care about his life inside of an extremely franchised coffee house? I wonder if he's using the dog face filter. At least he took his eyes off of me, and I can get back to work. [7:31 PM]
As I pull the headphones to my ears, hit play, and start getting into this record, the barista decides to crank up the volume on The Doors' "Light My Fire," and at this point I've decided I'm just going to use this journal entry type of thing rather than giving any effort on writing about this record. [7:33 PM]
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