katastrofei

Operation Try To Find A Girl begins in a Coffee People by my house. They didn't have any apple fritters, though. The people behind the counter talk of early relationships, and some patrons to my right discuss evolutionary theory. They're making assumptions involving a long list of logic mistakes, and it's driving me nuts. The Reedie in me is about to jump across the cafe and tear at their arguments until nothing is left but a quivering pile of half-thought-out statements.
There was a cute girl in crazy white boots, but her order was To Go.
Hawthorne and 35th: Come keep me company.