There's an imprisoning feeling that comes with the American car culture, although I bet when cars were becoming a mainstay of life, it was all about  freedom .

Drive whenever, wherever you want. Don't get stuck in crowds and be chained to public transit's timetables.

Because driving has been the default travel...

I'm having drinks at Delgar and Todd's.

Don't know their last names. Can't even spell the former's first name in fact.

While sipping a whiskey in the kitchen I thought about letting my streak die.

I thought that for a moment, but then one moment later I thought about

I was in bed, awake, but still laying, just like the rest of the house.

The lighting was the kind that pissed me off. Neither bright and pretty like a beautiful summer day nor glum and melancholic. Instead a subdued light like an old polaroid , but no nostalgia featured. The...

The first time I saw Patagonia was when I got to college. Back during high school my small town the cool kids wore The North Face .

There was a store specializing in outdoors' apparel on the main shopping strip bordering the northern edge of campus . I'd pass by...

Been noticing the difference between  habits / routines vs  rituals .

The former is more about the process. Goal oriented. You want something so here's what you need to do, now go do it. Even if mechanically.

Then the latter, do something almost for an unexplainable reason.

Actually it's quite easy to explain,...

One summer I drove to Westcity Monday through Thursday .

It was my favorite semester, although the class I was taking was not my favorite. Intro to Chemistry .

I took it at the community college nearby my parents house so that I could save some money on the tuition. Nearby meaning...

I was drinking beer that night with Mikayla. After three  Hamm's I felt ready to share.

"I have something I want to tell you."

"Ah of course. This is why you wanted to hang out." Mikayla laughed and took a long swig of beer. "Come on, what is it?" She signaled for...

I went about my day regularly after that.

It was only later, having a cigarette outside, you returned into my mind.

Why is it when I go outside how I think and feel shifts suddenly? Unexplainably?

Compared to my usual way of thinking I quite like how my mind works when I'm outside....

You asked about the  Final Friday party, just like so many other customers.

But your question felt heavier, like I could feel your curiosity.

There's nothing wrong with customers asking about an upcoming party for the sake of being nice. I don't mind. Most barista - customer chatter is this anyway: Small...

Each morning I wake up and face the page .

The next blank sheet on my notebook.

Using pen, I ink thoughts and feelings onto paper with no expectations of turning it into anything.

Not trying to plot a story. Not trying to develop a character. Definitely not trying to brainstorm a product...