Ahhhh... the aroma of freshly ground beans! That is one of the things I miss about New York. No matter where you go in the city, a short walk will take you past cafe after cafe, the exotic, fresh roasted smells rushing out the door to assault and caress one's senses! I love that smell! Its homey and magnetic.

I see all the usual crowd had made it to Cafe Vivace today. One or two unfamiliar faces, but nothing of interest as of yet. Think I will take that nice table in the corner, it's minimal light pleasant with a view of the whole place. I love being able to watch people from some darkened corner as you can let your eyes linger longer than you might sitting directly in view of the world. Secrets. Ahhhhh this is nice... now if I could only get that young bohemian to come over and take my order. My she is so withdrawn. I wonder what in the world possessed the management to hire her. So sullen. Of course that is not such a bad thing. I would hate to be constantly assaulted by some smiling bimbo wanting to make chit chat when I have much better things to waste my time on. No, it is not so bad at all. In fact, I find myself quite drawn to the girl for some absurd reason. Can not quite put my finger on in, but there is something quite intriguing in the depths of her eyes. They are green I think, green like this place. Lush. Full of life. Hidden. I will make sure to pay attention, to notice their hue, when and if she ever gets her ass over here. I should have just gone up to the counter. No tip that way, young lady!

I would not have figured the redhead to be one to waste time talking to idiots, but there she is listening intently to another "hippistic" young woman in faded blue jeans. Wonder what they are saying? They keep looking over here. Bet they are fighting over which one is going to have the pleasure of serving me today! Ha! Silly girls. I wonder if there is an adult community around here anywhere. I can not seem to get out of the realm of this college age young trend setters. Not that I want to be surrounded by the geriatric population of this here fine city, but it would be nice to come in contact with some obviously more mature and cultured adults. These fucking kids probably know nothing of art, of literature, of anything of relevance. They spend their whole lives trying to uproot themselves from their disgusting blue collar existence, and yet they only bury themselves further into it. Thank God I never have to know what that's like. I would be bored out of my mind!

Oh goody, her she comes....long red curls dancing their way so joyfully over her delicate frame! What a sight. If I did not dislike her for her pathetic station in life, I might have to like this girl. She is so unusual. She seems to flow, not walk, as though it did not matter that there was ground beneath her. Very interesting. Appealing.

Well finally, a coffee is on the way. They do make heavenly mocha chinos here, I must say. So rich and sinful. Only one today...seems as though there is a book signing today...no details though. God! You would think if they were going to call this rag a paper they would at least, without causing themselves too much strain, tell you where the fuck it is and for whom! What else....oh so that was the cause of the traffic jam yesterday...an accident. God forbid taking a cab! Oh and now some poor guy is comatose because of someone else's ignorance. Is that not the irony of life, that so many times death is the result of someone else? I mean dying of old age, of natural dysfunction, suicide even, that is not all that bad, but to be left useless because of someone else...that is cruel. Oh well...

Ok enough of that...must be off if I am going to check out that book signing. Think I will leave the girl a big 'tip', maybe then she will lighten up some. Just can not figure out why I care whether she smiles or not. Nuts! Ok...wallet, ten dollar bill- she will probably pass out! Ha-oh and look the stiff, little quiet man is staring at girls! Hate to tell him but he does not stand a chance in hell. Not with that wimpy uniform he is wearing. It is such a shame when men abuse khaki pants that way. But that, thankfully, is none of my concern. Off we go... must find some shopping today as well...oh yes and the salon. Maybe I will call a car? No...I will walk. Never know what I might find along these black, glimmering streets...