I'm sitting in a coffee house I would frequent in my youth. In an odd way, a band from those days are playing their ultimate show. Winston and the Telescreen. They once played in my backyard for a friend's birthday. I'm not trying to make this some weird twist-of-fate coincedence; it's just odd.
I'm glad I got here early cuz I got a decent seat. Some rando dude took the other seat. I should've LIED. DAMMIT!
I see friends trickling in and I can't offer my table CUZ OF THIS RANDO! He's yawning. Maybe he'll leave after this chick in a shiny dress and misplaced hat. She ASKED THE AUDIENCE TO SING ALONG. NOT AMUSED. She was okay, until this little stunt.
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