No 24-Hour Coffee

Geeze with Phoenix being the fifth largest city in the U.S.A., I still have to drive twenty minutes to get to a Starbucks that is open past 9:00pm on a Wednesday night. Or any night for that matter. And according to their website, there isn’t one Starbucks in Arizona that’s open 24-hours.

The future isn’t quite what it’s been pumped up to be. Especially through cataract-clouded eyes. I think right now here in the United States, we’re at the top of our game. I believe it’s going to be downhill from here, with my children and grandchildren never knowing the compassion, greatness and wealth that was once known as America.

Want to see what we are going to become? Watch the movie Schultze Gets the Blues .

Starbucks interior

At a quarter until 10:00pm this place is hopping.

More and more I’m thinking about writing, being on stage and women. I was discussing with a Facebook friend something about something and I told her (I’m fairly certain it is a her) that what I’ve been doing is that every time I start to get excited about something that might occur in my life (other than the threatened wage garnishment by Chase Bank) get excited about my future–something to affect my life for the better–something to improve my life–something to give my life a tiny bit of meaning or fulfillment, I quickly tamp those feelings down.

What? Because I’ve been disappointed too many times? In 21st Century America?

Life couldn’t be easier. There is no where in the world it is easier to succeed … and I’m complaining?