I learned the name of my favorite barista today. I will not mention it lest some unscrupulous reader inform said barista that he is my favorite—after all, I only frequent two coffeeshops often enough to have a favorite barista. But I now know his name and that makes me sigh happily.
Speaking of coffeeshops, while I'm there, I find myself realizing that L.A. isn't merely all the stereotypes that surround me. They may look like crazy thift-store hipsters, but there's substance there. Maybe they read, maybe they think. There's hope for this city yet.
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