At the Café with a Philosopher

“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”

Dear countrymen, my countrymen.

I have decided to write about a little trip to a café in the wealthy part of town, in one of the most affluent little suburbs my state has to offer; full of people who make far too much money doing jobs of far-too-little importance with an intelligence that is either far too little or just right for them.

Perhaps it is a curse to be too intelligent. All of my life I have been told I was “very smart,” and perhaps it…