I get real low, thinking about my pervasive mediocrity. I walk Columbus with no idea what in life can be fun. Still, I'm not too bright, but I'm not blind. And Columbus Ave is not the best race to the bottom for me to enter. Cause, guess what, I'm pretty mediocre at being low too. It doesn't even occur to me to go into that bar right there and drink for as many years as it would take to make my nose look like that, my eyes look like that, my life look like that. My bad mood is so pathetic it's beaten back by a fuckin' decaf cappuccino and a little dear diary boohoo.
-Friday night, Caffe fuckin Greco.
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