Ah what the hell... a second post

In some respects, I like familiar things, familiar places. It makes me comfortable.

I have breakfast at the same coffee shop three or four times a week. It's also the place that Wes and I met for the first time.

When I walk in, Bradley the waiter brings me the newspaper, an ashtray and a Cappuccino. I always sit in the same place.

Bradley is cute.

I think he likes me.

I had french toast with bacon, mushrooms and grilled tomatoes today.

I feel better.

Okay silly post.... but what the hell...