St. Francis loved the little birds. How could he not? I am at a coffee shop in north Phoenix, and there are all these itty-bitty birds hopping around, keeping me company. They are look super robots but they are nice.

This place boggles my mind. There are dozens of these ultra-preppy professionals huddles at every table, and I wonder: why are they not at work? They are probably looking at me thinking the same thing. I’m here because I am tired of being at the studio. Thanks to this handy-dandy laptop, I can be here and still get work done.

If I don’t watch it, those birds are going to eat my muffin.

This coffee shop phenomenon—how long will it last? The rapcore/metal music scene is/was so saturated, I felt left out because I was white and hadn’t learned to rap yet. But that’s over, and even Limp Bizkit is going to have to change their sound. There will be a point when you can’t build another Starbucks. You can’t open up a Starbux in the bathroom of a Strarbucks. I don’t hate Starbucks as much as I do full-size SUVs, but then again, I really despise those gluttonous pig wagons.

You know that’s a shame, about rap-rock and coffee shops. I’ve liked rap rock for over eight years now, and the industry grabs onto a good thing and we get too much of it. I’m not a covetous hipster snob who insists on having all cool things for myself, I’m just going to miss that spit and crunch.