dallas whispers in graffiti hues

i wrapped up with a coffee that was $8.50. i asked why. the barista said, ‘because i’m a coffee snob.’ i didn’t argue. i’m not. i’m the guy who uses a french press and calls it a ‘lifestyle.’ the reviews online for this place? one person wrote, ‘the coffee tastes like regret and pride.’ i wanted to cry. i wanted to fight. instead, i sat there for an hour and stared at the wall. the weather’s 24.37. i think it’s trying to tell me something. maybe it’s telling me to stop overthinking. maybe it’s saying, ‘you’re fine.’ or maybe it’s lying.

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