There she is again. She’s sitting at the same table with her friends.  Not a care in the world, laughing and sipping her cup of coffee. Every time I walk past this coffee shop, she never seems to notice me. Well, i don’t blame her. I never got the guts to bring myself in there.  She looks so carefree. I envy that. I walk past everyday to get my coffee a few shops down the planet. I don’t know why I never brought myself into the planet before. It seems too crowded, too friendly even. I guess I’m not used to that kind of environment. The other shop however is lacking of customers and the customers service. I don’t give a crap though. As long I have my caffeine in the morning then I am set for the day. I find a free table pulled out my smokes. Coffee and cigarettes, breakfast of champions.

 LA has been tough on me. The offer is too good to not grab it; the shop is in downtown LA. The pay is better then what I had in New York. I’ve been thinking if moving to City of Angels might have been a really bad idea. I know no one here. I’m not sad about it; it’s just different when you have absolutely no one. I found a cute little house that I’m interested in; thank god the rent here is nothing like New York. It’s still a little pricey, but hey… With the pay I’m getting here. I think I’ll be fine.

The LA times newspaper is on my table. Hmm, I thought. When was the last time I read a newspaper I thought to myself? I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh; I picked it up and read the first page. Something about President Obama. I skipped right through all that international bullshit and stopped at the lifestyle section. It’s too depressing to read what other misfortunes is happening around the world. Hell, I can’t even think of the shit I went through. There’s a big column where the new salon going to be open. It says the owner, Helena Peabody. Some rich Brit that offered me this job. I read through it, I almost choked on my coffee when I saw LA times put my name in it.