Alone? Hell, yeah, I feel alone. I’ve come into this cafe wearing flannel every day for the last three weeks. And I always stare at that brunette barista over there, who’s continually polishing the kettles, she never even turns her head around. Her? Yeah, she’s tattooed, too. Real tortured. I once tried to read her … Continue reading “Dolby’s Top 100 Albums of the 1990s”