my new friends

My new family is more intellectual than my old. My old family was the worn down folk at the Bally's gym in the Culver City Shopping Center. My new family is the artists, poets, homeless people, and students that frequent the same coffee shop scene as I. What these people lack in brute strength, they make up for in appearing to be working hard on something always. It still remains, that as I look busy right now, furiously typing away at a coffee shop in Chelsea, they are in fact on gchat or the like (facebook? do these people use facebook?).

I hear the entrepreneurial spirit in this crowd. Witnessed a meeting regarding a new resteraunt that it appears is going to be openning. Have listened to many conversations regarding business plans and strategies. We have old, young and ageless. We have fans of the great novels of our generation, and fans of the lastest Marie Clare.

Alot of knowledge acccumulation going on, however, one question remains. What the hell are all these people just doing hanging out at a coffee shop and not somewhere actually doing something that makes money?

Are they all on vacation like I?