The neighbors are fighting again. I heard them while I was reading in our patio. Same shit, different day.
The Starbucks in my building is the local high school watering hole. At 2:30pm, high schoolers congregate to get their frappuccinos and lattes.
“God, I’m BORED,” I said to myself yesterday as I hung out by our kitchen island. The house was empty, except for me and my thoughts of boredom.