time to kill. my veins are pulsating for a hot fix.
the monster lurks above me, the green sign i so greatly despise for all it represents: corporate takeover in america.
i linger in the doorway clinging to my laptop, slowly dragging the final remains of my morning cigarette. i check the clock again. my eyes are drooping. BEHOLD, the demon...
i enter starbucks.
now granted, i have never actually taken a handful of dirt and shoved it onto my mouth while simultaneously slurping week old taco-shit water from a twisty straw, but that is what starbucks' black coffee tastes like to me. i'm not one for fancy drinks and intricate names. just give me my fucking caffeine and give it to me now.
actually, i have never had a bad experience with a starbucks employee, they are always quite pleasant and enjoyable. so, may i have a small black coffee, please? there there, that's more like it. just because i fucking loathe your chain of doom and your endless herd of sheep doesn't mean i must fucking loathe you. by god, please, take money from this bastard.
DO ALL THAT YOU CAN TO STOP THESE GOD DAMNED PARASITES FROM SPREADING.
sometimes, i just cannot bring myself to consume what i am convinced is the worst tasting coffee to meet my tongue in this lifetime, but i need a hot beverage to soothe my soul . sometimes, in these times, that money tinted sign (the color of the plague of modern society) is the only relief for miles.
in these times, i will walk up to the counter and order a large chai tea latte with skim milk. i do this with a pleasant grin on my face as employee number one (fake smiling happy customer maker) shouts out to employee number two (the whipped cream squirting barista bitch)
"VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!"
to which employee number two shouts to some other fucking aspect of this assembly line,
"VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!"
and i hand over my money and tip their little jar and feel like a sell-out for giving in to the beast. now, employee number five thousand six hundred and seventy four, (placer of final product of world takeover on small counter-er) shouts again,
"VENTI NON FAT CHAI!!!".
i then grab said product and exit the premises as fast as humanly possible while holding tightly my large chai tea latte with skim milk, and onto the fact that i will never speak the language of the robots.
so, back to the present. me entering the starbucks, ordering the small black coffee...
"would you like room for cream?"
you fucking imbecile, black coffee does not involve this cream you speak of!
i'm sorry. i don't hate you. i know its all a part of the script.
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
"TALL BLACK!"
oh my god, get me out of here.
well, today i attempted a mild experiment in people watching. i sat down in starbucks by myself and of my own free will. i planned to sit and type until i had to go to work as i observed the interactions of those around me. (note: i work in the central shopping plaza of yuppie town usa) until i found out that i had to pay $3.99 plus tax for two hours of internet use (of which i would only be using approximately forty minutes). and then i decided there was no way in fuck i was giving in that much.
i felt slightly disgusted sitting there. i have to dress nicely for work and with my coffee cup and my laptop i seemed nearly to blend in with this crowd. the feeling made my skin crawl. i scowled once more at the prompt for my debit card information and pulled out fear and loathing in america instead. close to eight hundred pages of purely delightful gonzo correspondence. i feel much better now that i have suddenly become more conspicuous. being that my face isn't covered by the new york times, the wall street journal, or a prissy hand drenched in diamonds covering my mouth daintily as i laugh about today's most important gossip.
god some people make me want to vomit. or maybe it was the coffee...
i really don't scorn these people. i appreciate and accept everyone to cross my path. however i sometimes look around and think to myself that i would rather be anally raped, sans lube, by a rabid elephant with crabs than end up like them. but by all means, if the season's largest designer handbag and a white picket fence are what it takes to satisfy you in life, more power to you, as long as those things fill you with genuine happiness. and i'm not being a sarcastic bitch. it would fill me with great sorrow to know that those whose main priorities in life are material posession and fulfilling the cliche american dream, are doing it all in vain.
will you ever know the exhilaration of poverty and desperation as it coincides with the wind on your face while you drift along a lonesome highway, dozing off in a passenger seat to the soundtrack of your life, without a care in the world but being free and living to see the sunrise somewhere new when you wake?
i have no hostility, judgement, or lack of attempted (and often successful) relation towards those with different intentions than myself. i suppose that what i do have, is a certain loneliness in my thoughts and lifestyle, but one that i enjoy in a strange way. i also possess a longing to find others so inclined. be it whether i befriend and know you well, or merely speak with you only once in passing. perhaps i might crash on your couch in the midst of some wayward adventure. even so small an encounter as to puff away at a cigarette alongside you on the crowded street corner of an unfamiliar city, meeting nothing but your eyes and your vibrations...
i love it when i get to experience those mad crazy spirits that just simply get it. when no explanation is necessary. no matter how big or small, epic or insignificant it may seem.
anyway, i could write a novel on the relation of starbucks to modern society and my views on life. i am truly satisfied with being alive right now, at last. i am broke, again. but since when do i really and truly care about that? this too shall pass. in a week, when i am paid. i have made alot of changes for the better this year and it is only february. i am grateful for what this change has brought me thus far and enthralled for what lies ahead.
where there is a will, there is a way. and i have so much will built up that i could thwart off an entire army of giant squid with a book of matches and three pennies (the contents of my wallet)...and take over the sea.
(disclaimer: this was meant merely as a general stab at corporate establishments. no offense was meant to starbucks employees and patrons. unless of course you happen to be a shitty person regardless of your choice of java. )
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