Fear and Loathing in Line at Starbucks

A short story about a recent experience staring into the void I had.

This one’s a little far from the established theme of the classics, so I’m sticking it behind a paywall. We get a little personal and vulnerable here, but I think there’s enough of consistency with the message (albeit hidden behind metaphor and thematic expression) that I’ve been trying to present for the past two years. If people object loudly and strongly enough, I’ll put out another paid article as per usual, but for the time being please indulge this little allegory.

Fear and Loathing in Line at Starbucks

It's good to be in something from the ground floor. I came too late for that and I know. But lately, I'm getting the feeling that I came in at the end. The best is over.

-James Gandolfini, The Sopranos