I opened my eyes and shivered. As things slowly began to come into focus as my eyes adjusted, I used my overwhelming detective skills to figure out why I was all of a sudden so cold. Looking down the length of my sleeping bag I realized that it had come unzipped over night. No shit Sherlock. I sighed as I creaked my way out of the sleeping bag into a sitting position. I was so close to having enough money to rent an apartment, I could almost see the comfy, warm bed in front of me. I glanced at the watch on my wrist and groaned. 6:00 is way too early. I figured I might as well get up and get breakfast to warm up. I quickly changed out of my pjs and into some warm clothes, crawled out of my tent, and hopped on my bike.
As I around the corner towards the 24 hour coffee shop, I skidded to a stop. How could there possibly be a line outside at 6:20 in the morning?! I slowly rolled closer, when I realized it was closed. To wait for a 24 hour coffee shop to open, would just mess with my mind. I carefully avoided the crowd and headed to Casa de Waffles down the street. What is the world coming to?! A line slowing came into view through the fog outside the waffle shop. Then I saw it, the big sign stating free waffles with a cup of coffee. No wonder there was a line, I was immediately sold.
Comfortably warm after the waffles and coffee, I biked back over to the Popular to get to work. I heard the commotion before I saw it. One of the city buses seemed to be stuck mid turn blocking traffic on both H St. and Popular. To add to the scene a large-ish woman was yelling at the bus driver, apparently unaware of the approaching police cruisers. Certainly bold and saucy. Carefully avoiding any attention from the people stuck in the bubble of anger, I biked up to the Sawmill Theater. Heart racing from the adrenaline of the morning, I decided an action moving would be good for a first showing. Bullitt anyone?
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