People enter this space and I smile which is me attempting to look friendly while hoping they may not notice the fact that I’m merely blending in like an octopus with camouflage that can only be classified as ‘out of this fucking world’ except my camouflage is less complex and relies on wit and charm rather than alien genetics though thankfully I am well-practiced and well-rehearsed which is the main reason I continue to appear content and regular as I sip this beer and ready myself to spray some ink of my own before retreating to a dark hole in which I’ll quietly mock myself and dream of home.
