In a coffee shop, some surprise there, I listened while a young couple were discussing coffee, and the problem he has, “My parents, see, they bought Starbucks Hazlenut, and asked how I liked it, like, like it was good or something.”
He admitted that he pretended it was good, for the sake of form. I would probably do the same thing.
Can’t move in this town without running into a Starbucks. Counted, lost count around 20 – on the ride from the airport.
Killed by the weather: apparently, sun is a rare commodity in Seattle. I’m not saying anything.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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