Holy shit this cafe is dominated with estrogen. I can like feel it pushing on me. Same with the leaf and bean. Its like I walk in and theres eight female eyes looking at me and its honestly kind of bewildering. Can I get you something????? I just saw a former officer, "Officer Adams" we used to call him. He did this program called D.A.R.E. to stay off drugs. I remember they tried to get us to sign a contract that said we would never do drugs or abuse alcohol. How could anyone in the eighth grade know that they aren't going to do that when they get older? I mean I said to myself I was never going to do that shit until I was a sophomore in high school at that sausage fest bonfire at my house. Its funny that the day I decide to wear my Bob Marley t-shirt is also the day I see my ex anti-drug enforcer guy. He told me I look good, which is nice. I've ordered the same coffee drink at several different spots: Blended ice coffee with a banana and chocolate syrup. Its called a Chocobanana and its been kind of my thing lately. At the Sola its more bitter than how they made it at Wild Joes, but its still good. When people hang out in cafes a drink is like your entrance fee to be here. I mean you can't just hang out in a trendy place for free! You have to pay 5 bucks to be in a place where people are having intelligent conversations and the walls are littered with local photography and earthy tones. Oh I just spotted a one guy working here. 1 Guy to 8 girls. Same thing at the leaf and bean. I interviewed there and I am 75% hired just because I am male. I have a sexual advantage. I feel like most bars  and restaurants would rather hire an attractive young girl. Its weird that I could work at a bar since I am eighteen. I can't legally drink the stuff but I can serve it and make drinks and stuff. Laws are real fucking weird. I can't let a liquid with a certain composure of proteins that make alcohol and let it pass to my stomach. People try to not let me do that. Same thing with weed. I can't put a flame to this part of a certain plant and let the smoke go into my lungs. I can be arrested for having something that comes from the ground. Fuck that. Its funny to imagine that people can hear what kind of music you are listening to. If I was listening to Dre's interlude on the chronic "Pause for Porno" and the people around me could hear what I was listening to on my headphones and they were all down with it.  I was walking with Brooke on this street in Mexico and there was this huge black suburban parked on the side of the road. Brooke stopped behind to look into the Suburban because there was really loud techno music playing. She looked at me like she walked in on someone taking a shit. They were watching porn with the volume cranked all the way up. Thats so badass, like why would we stay at home and watch porn? Lets do it on the fucking street! Im living with my friends parents right now, there's kids are all off on trips. There oldest is in Alaska working for three months in some camp in the middle of nowhere and their other two are in Minnesota or something. We were eating dinner and somehow we started talking about masturbation and porn. Its funny how some people you can really quickly get used to to the point where you can just talk about that. I wouldn't even talk about that with my own parents. Thats weird. Whoah. Well I started this post with the intent to have some purpose but it has evolved into an amorphous rambling. Thats okay though.