My chair. My rules.
This is the first time I’ve not been able to read Kerouac in one sitting. And it’s mostly because of the noise around me. I keep going to Williams Coffee Pub, but it’s usually full of students and they WON’T SHUT UP!! What’s worse is I can’t sit by myself for 5 minutes before someone comes up and asks "are you using that other chair?"
Why don’t I give up the other chair? Maybe it’s because I’m pissed off at the crowd in general — or maybe I’m waiting for someone to come over and sit in it. Who knows?
Doesn’t matter. My chair. My rules.