coffee shop diary #3

he walked into a zoo. a complete and total mess in which he hadn't wanted to be a part of. it might have been less accentuated if those two girls hadn't been engaged in a cat fight throughout the entire course of his visit, but later he would look back and thank the girls. he never would have seen what was really going on in here tonight without the elevated stress level eletric through the air.

palpable. palpable worry and stress as if some dark demon from another day was manifest in the hazy smoke which always filled the place. as soon as he got there he wanted to leave. not leave, but run, flee, scurry under some floorboard. the nemesis he'd never seen was here tonight...and he couldn't even put a face with a name or a name with reality.

to any normal first-timer the coffee shop was fine. it was usual. but to him it was so completely alien he couldn't stand it. after that he noticed the squabble by the girls in the corner. was it the lonely chess genius brooding? was it the gorgeous goth who had worn fishnets to increase her self esteem for awhile? was it the guy behind the counter selecting all the exactly wrong music? no. it was deeper. it was as if some slimy filth had dripped in from the apartment upstairs. what was going on up there? no one would ever know, and no one would ever care.

something was happening and this something was horrible and it was driving our man insane and that night he left town for good.