monday afternoon
I'm sitting on the patio of The Snug, coffee house extraordinaire on Bowen Island. I've just finished a surprisingly tasty roast beast sandwich. The most entertaining part of this non-afternoon is the group of old men discussing politics; half educated comments, half 'save the world' theory. I'm ignoring Nick Hornby to eavesdrop on a conversation that is part interesting and part annoying. Will I sound like this when I get old? This sense of entitled opinion is mildly worrisome...
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