Ah, home

Sometimes, small town life is great. Take today where a bunch of friends and I went out for a picnic in a little park a block from my house. It is a quiet little lot with grass and a stream.

Then other times, small town life is overwhelming. Take tonight for instance. It was 8:45 and I wanted to find a coffee shop. They were all closing in 15 minutes if they were still open at all. In fact the only place still open was the Mate Factor, a cafe owned by a cult. The cult members are polite and don't try to prostilatize, which is nice, and the food is organic and wholesome, but as a general rule I prefer not to support cults. Also, the cult does not believe in Chocolate, because of the caffeine, so instead of hot chocolate I had hot-not-chocolate. How lame is that?