June 1, 2009
I watched teens loiter around the coffee house while I sipped a $3.90 cup of banana chai. Some were sitting on the ground against the old foundation smoking and staring off into space. A group of girls arrived out front dressed as if they were going to either a prom or a goth club. A tall and slender young man with acne was playing the guitar by the front door. A middle-aged man with a freshly-lit cigarette butt hanging from his mouth tried to talk to him, but noticed he was too focused on his instrument to pay him much attention.