San Jose, California. Black coffee and toast.
The floral tablecloth is covered in clear plastic. Sal’s family is moving around me.
The toast will be unwelcome cargo in 25 minutes, but my gut is singing songs to me and I have to wait for my iPhone to load up new music.
I’ve cut my hair again. The [...]
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