When dude orders a coffee, you'll be all like
"WHATEVER!" But then, when he
hands you the money and gives you a quick, curt nod, you'll be all like
"Chill bro." Then you'll give
him the coffee and tell him to have a nice day.
And that'll be the only thing of interest that happens to
you today.
Your band practice for your experimental avant noise synth
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be tedious and uneventful, and will never result in you playing a show
together, ever. Your relationship with
your heroin addicted boyfriend will be raw, pulsing cliché, and when it ends
poorly, it'll surprise no one, not even you.
When you drink a bunch of PBR and fall asleep on the couch while
watching old French cartoons, it will still be wholly uninteresting.
Tomorrow, your day will be even less marked, but today, your
brief break from irony, your brief act of humanity, beyond your postured,
marketably sexy, approachable, and countercultural appearance, beyond your
occupational position of visibility, will be the only thing of merit you do
this week. Tomorrow, you'll be a shitty barista
again. Tomorrow, you'll go back to
acting like anyone who can't help you get a record deal or drugs simply isn't
worth your time.
But today, for a few minutes, you'll have been a scrap of a
person. Relish this memory; treasure it
when you're called to judge yourself.
Congratulations Punk Rock Barista!
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