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I went to the Chinatown Tea Shop today. I went there with the intention to write. Write, I did. But it isn't a great place to write. It's far too interesting. Starbucks is a better place to write because it won't be interesting, and there won't be anybody interesting there, except pretty girls who buy iced lattes. But why would I be interested in anybody who gets Starbucks, particularly Iced Lattes? But who the hell am I to judge? I'd be in there too. But I don't do Starbucks generally. Even though I wrote most of my first attempted novel in Starbucks. But that was in Seattle. You can't escape it in Seattle. Starbucks is a patch on the Seattle-cultural quilt. Like the Spoonman and the Space Needle. (The former should be lauded, the latter explauded.)

Anyhow, I shouldn't go to the Chinatown teashop to write. I should go there to think. I should go there with people. So if anyone's interested in meeting me at the chinatown tea shop, let me know. La Vie de Boheme, c'est vrai.

I could sublet my room and live in coffee shops. I don't know wherefrom my income would originate. But I'd have no address so nobody could bill me. Matti Pellonpaa lived that way. Of course, Matti Pellonpaa died that way. I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of life.