I still don’t like coffee but I do like getting out of my little airBNB and putting myself into a new place to tap into the creative inspiration offered up by people watching. My drink, which feels more like the price of admission to the coffee shop rather than something I’m really craving is: hot chocolate, large, with oat milk, no whip cream, in a mug, for here. It rarely arrives in anything like that configuration but that’s part of the fun! Anyway, here’s a few scribbles from the last couple mornings while watching the world go by.

When I was a kid there was a PSA that played during Saturday morning cartoons about illiteracy. The guy on screen really needed some food but couldn’t read the cans in the grocery store. In a tragically sad moment of hey-kids-you-better-study-hard-in-school the poor old man bought dog food instead of people food. I always imagined him that evening sitting at his table forced by hunger to eat the dog food.

That’s how I felt last night after I rushed into the beer store right before it closed straight from riding the mountain without my glasses. I grabbed some beer with a label I couldn’t read and only later in my room did I realize that it was some disgusting grapefruit flavored beer… and with no other option I had to drink it.