Ahh, the patio.

Inside, Crazy Visor Guy is loudly teaching the trapped barista girls about the history of the local grocery business. Outside, Nutty Biker Cigar Guy is shouting and laughing into his cellphone about sex. Birds are chirping and clucking and shitting everywhere, zooming in and out of the hedges. Cellphone-for-God Keith is wearing a Paul Frank pirate tshirt.

And I’m in the corner with iced coffee and the paper. Happy summer, everyone!

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