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    Irish Coffee

    Stay a night at the motel? A single lady staying alone in a motel? Not such a good idea. What about crashing on the sofa at Alices apartment? But then, her apartment is not a motel either.
    I just have to take a train or a bus or any transport that is available to me.
    The next bus will be departing around 3am, good; I can reach San Diego early the next morning.
    I got time, guess I take a little detour in West Hollywood.
    I walk aimlessly, walking without purpose is what I call take a walks.
    At every corner, I decide with a quarter. Head go straight, tail turn.
    Im just like everyone else, letting money to decide my path.
    On this particular corner, my quarter just slip and roll into the ditch.
    Kneeling down on my knee, I swear I saw a smile on Washingtons face.
    Oh, what a great leader he is! Imagine that you are the one in the ditch; will you still keep that smile on your face?

    And by the way my analysis subject got to do with water.
    Anything from construction sewage system to maintaining is within my analytical area.
    Cant blame myself for kneeling down and checking out the sewage system in this area, right?
    I get up and feel lucky because we dont have one dollar coin or five dollar coin, I just lost a quarter.
    I turn into this quiet lane. Not much people around, all quiet at the western front!
    There is this tree at the corner. Bodhi tree, I guess.
    I dont really know about tree, same as I know what bird is when they can fly.
    As long it is tall, got leaf and big trunk, I call that a tree.

    There is a green light not far from the corner. Is kind of creepy glowing at night.
    I walk for about 200 steps to find out that is just a caf.
    The base color of the sign board is dark brown with grass-green word Yeats
    Looking at my watch is still early. I seriously need a cup of hot coffee.
    I push open the front door and the first thing that struck me is the rich aroma coffee smell in the air only follow by Hi, welcome.
    The caf has soft light but bright enough for me not to knock on the table angle near by. The setting is fairly simple and best of all; it does not suffer from the problems of cigarettes pollution.
    I take a seat that is furthest from the bar.
    While waiting to be served I notice there is a couple sitting at the table in front of me, to my left.
    One is like ten years older than me; the other is like ten years younger than myself.
    No other customer sits at the bar.

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    1. too bad I can’t do coffee either, will get ill as well. But will love to see the description and imagine it :P looking forward for next update.

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