Thanks a latte.

home again. home again.
forget capitalization today.
im swimming in old bad habits.
that will likely never die.

i come home to one too many emails and im sifting through them (deleting the bulk)
a message from my local coffee shop catches my eye.
it appears that someone stole the tip jar.

wtf?

now. these poor folks run a small enterprise on the corner just a block from my house and they've been properly robbed in the past.
but this is really now getting to be ridiculous.

in light of recent occurences they are looking to decrease their already scant open hours and bloody hell - im pissed off!

i will not preach about the wretchedness of society.
we're certainly capable of far more heinous crimes.
and there are smarter people that would do it better than i could anyway.
but truthfully it saddens me more than anything else.
once upon a time i had looked forward to moving into the city.
to enjoying the local spots.
i remember prior to moving in when i was scouting the area, just strolling around one february morning...
i met the owner actually.
disgustingly nice.
and i imagined all the mornings to come when i could walk over and grab my parade of lattes and life would be simple and sweet and good.

'disillusionment' is not the word.
im not sure my blase self was sunbathing on the summit of that peace-happy-love mountain to truly experience the crash and burn of falling down.
but i was enjoying the walk up.

someone just had to mess with my coffee.