My name is Brad. I am a writer, I am awkward in social situations, and I spend a lot of time in coffee shops trying to escape all of the terribly distracting things I find at home (video games, movies, tv, cats, comics, vitamin water, robots, etc.). I rotate amongst local coffee shops throughout the week so that no single location becomes too familiar with my presence. Spending any appreciable amount of time in one place is bound to make you privy to the occasional odd situation, but I have come to believe that coffee shops are breeding grounds for weird. The following is my account of the wonderfully weird and horribly awkward situations I have encountered.

I Hate My Reflection.

One of the biggest problems with writing in coffee shops in LA are the other writers. I don’t like seeing other people do what I do. it bothers me. Especially one’s that say things like this…
Douchey Writer: “I just found out that my life is Ext. Poolside. Day. Hahahahah!”
Fade out.