Waking up, I knew that today I could get whatever I want.

Drinking two cups of Yorkshire Gold on an empty stomache further compels this belief.

People and events that would once depress me in their perceived value, change and I feel free.

So I treat myself to breakfast at the magnificent Owl Sprit. French toast with walnuts, raisins and yogurt. Warm coffee that tastes like chocolate and berries (every hipster’s accent to the neo-bohemian lifestyle).

On my way I drive through the boatyard, past the monolith insect that pullys seacraft from the water so little men can inspect her hull, watch the infinite parralax of masts foresting the docks.

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Three girls chatter about iPhone skins and boys (who’s fucking who, who wants to fuck who), football and celebrities.

I converse with the owner, impeccable gentleman with a full colorful beard, we talk about fiber and business.

Next are only possibilities, seeming many but instead are few and illusory…