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there’s a man who comes in most evenings and asks me to make his drink for him. his name is peter, and every time he asks for me by name to fix him an iced triple espresso. while i pull his shots he leans on the little half-wall and tells me about his day. he’s your typical nashville type - one day he’s writing songs, the next he’s editing cover art for a friend’s book. the best part, though, is that everything he seems to create is centered around some sort of play on words or picture trick to make things tie together. he’s one punny dude.
long story short, i should hire him out to write the titles for my tumblfumbls.
