Welcome to 2014. 2015, practically.
The insipid hum of the slender young waitress serving my breakfast, with the expression of intently judging my cheap breakfast of cherry tomatoes, scrambled egg and scrawny sausages, shook me with a jolt stronger than any amount of expresso shots could ever achieve. "Good morning, asshole. Welcome to 2014...almost the beginning of 2015, actually. You haven't wrote anything on this blog for a goddamn six years. Damnit. Six years. Now tip me," she appears to mutter before sashaying away, without the slightest hint of effort in hiding her dismay at the paltry change this penniless customer handed her.
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