November 20 you want it?

Do the time ….. Coffee , there’s a few joints out there I’m told. I’m not a connoisseur or an expert but i’l back my judgement . Espresso , latte, or cappuccino. Got to be strong , not too hot ( burnt /bitter)and the nutty taste that hides in there has to show . One sugar on the 1st , if you back up ,none on the 2nd. Emma keeps at me to hit 2Guns Espresso. It’s the place , always crowded and ran by Kiwis . I occasionally drive past and think about it , but there are queues out the door .On Sunday Emma surprised me and pulled in there and said ” you gotta get their coffee , everyone says it’s the best .” Ok , it looks quiet . Only a few cars and no queue out the door . I waltz in , about face and head back to the car . 6 in the queue and 10 waiting . I feel like that little kid having a sulk ,kicking his ball along the ground .I can’t do it , 16people . No . The Dalai Lama could be in there but I’m not waiting for 16 people . This is reality in LA . Queues are normal .The joints crammed , too many people live here . If it’s above average they swamp it , actually even it s below average they’l swamp it .Emma says , “What’s the matter ? This is what you have to do here . Don’t you want good coffee? It’ll only take 15 minutes .” “Nup “, won’t do it . Fuck it “. She looks at me and laughs . Fuckn bitch , now I’m sulking . It’s been 7 months , but the crowds , queues , the hustle and the waiting ……. Can’t stand it . I’l sook it and go without .