goblinboots

The Rise and Fall of a Coffeehouse Rock Star God

A Meteoric Rise

.....So I started working at the coffee shop. I had the 11pm-7am shift, with Sunday and Moday for my days off. I saw all the action. As Summer drew nearer, more and more people hung out. On any given day, there were close to a hundred poeple milling around for most of my shift. I'd get rushed from the time I came on 'till about 12:30. Then at about 2:30am I'd get the after hours bar crowd. It was insane. I'd have both portafilters pulling constant double shots and people would be shouting their orders at me in unison. Add in the drag queens from the gay bar across the street and it felt a bit like a Vegas stage show. I was absolutely in my element. I seemed to have a natural knack for dealing with all these crazy people at once. By about 5am, things started quieting down. This was usually my time for reflection. I'd put on Sisters of Mercy: Floodland, light a smoke and sip my coffee. In a single night, I'd make about $150.00 in tips. That was in addition to my hourly wage. Life was good. Within a few weeks, I started to gain noteriety. I was invited to all sorts of parties and put on guest lists at local shows. Suddenly, girls wanted to go out with me. In a creepy turn of events, I started to devolop a fan club of sorts. There were a group of who were absolutely convinced that I was really a vampire. I was a little put off by this. In a poor attempt to make fun of these people, I had some porcelain fangs made and would pop them onto my teeth at varied times, usually when I knew these people were on drugs. It just made them believe the vampire thing even more. Thus, I became known to some as "the Carpathian". Negative attention is better than none at all....right? I finally truimphed over the vampire group when I was seen eating in public. I was now able to to fully enjoy my status as one of the "in crowd".

To be continued......