This is my life right now: coffee, painting, papers, cooking, cleaning, corgis who pee everywhere, netflix, high stress, bad immune system, and endless amounts of leftover pizza.
Don’t move, they’ll hear you.
Don’t make a sound.
I knock over a milk crate.
A walker becomes curious.
He walks over to my kiosk.
He looks around with unseeing eyes,
An ugly face void of expression.
Will he attack?
“Grande hot vanilla latte, extra shot.”
Simple. No hello, no please.
Just a maniac visage.
As I hand him his drink,
He takes a sip.
A glimmer of recognition crosses his face.
His blank countenance returns.
He walks on without realizing.
I have just given him the antidote.
Being a savior is a thankless task.
I’ll give you coffee!!!! *throws fresh pot of steaming coffee at people and turns into hipster she-hulk* And you! Yeah, you with the screaming kid! Go get castrated or something and give your kid up for adoption! You’re an awful parent! Fourteen year old boy, don’t you ever hit on me again! If you do, I’ll hit on you with a freaking ten by four! *morphs back into self* I want some more hookah…