I will be honest . . . I am not a fan of Starbucks. I'm sorry, but your coffee requires three hundred tons of sugar (which they serve in little miniscule packets requiring a team to open enough to sweeten a mere tall size americano) for me to consider palatable. Compared to all the GREAT small independent coffee houses in Seattle, you simply suck.
However, I found myself in need of some wifi so I hunkered down and joined the cliquey coffee clan to get some work done. Distracted as always, I managed to get in a sketch of my 'neighbor' who seemed to pay no attention to the fact I kept looking at his pants. Actually, it was his shoes . . . shiny and black, like the bitter ink they serve as coffee.
5" x 7"
colored pencil, ink.
march, 2011
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