”Now Why Am I Doing This Again?"
There are people in this world that will tell you it's all about the money, It's about nurturing mother earth, and the establishment will say just be a good citizen; “What the hell do they know?”
It's about living, surviving, loving, creating…… Bullshit!
Lable it however you want, package it, market it, sell it in trendy storefronts it means something different to everyone and you’re pissing into the wind.
Slackers know the truth and don’t give a shit if you do as long as you stay over there.
My Name is Mandy and I am a Slacker, what the hell are you?
Is this Necessary?
I’m told that these things need some rules like everything else so here's a few
1 = Don’t be a Dick, I’m sure you all agree that this shouldn’t need spelling out but as sure as weasels are hiding my bras if I don’t put this in people will think they can just pop in and be one
2 = Romance…. Sure I think, if you want, just don’t make this your little love nest people are eating
3 = Character Sheets, why can’t we just do those however we want? Hell write your tragic boring story of how you struggled all your life and survived, write a novel about yourself just don’t bore us with the details.
4 = Don’t filter me and don’t filter anybody else as long as nobody is violating rule 1 just go with your feelings. Filtering is censorship when you force it on others and when you do it yourself you’re just being untruthful.
5 = Why the Hell do I need to make these rules? Because they say if it ain’t spelled out then it ain’t wrong, again “Bullshit!” have some empathy, nobody wants to waste the effort of confrontation, people want to live and try to find those little slivers of life we can treasure or laugh about
6 = Don’t be a Downer, sure everybody gets depressed but nobody likes hanging with someone who spends all their time whining about how much their life sucks. You have trouble and your friends want to help you but if all you ever bring is trouble people will avoid you.
7 = This is my Fantasy and that makes me the Goddess effectively and like the creepy guy says
So I control the world and as a Slacker Queen don’t want to be bothered if you can work it out yourself
8 = I am a terrible and fierce Goddess and those who are just popping by to troll beware my Cheesy wrath for I shall call down on you a horde of Squirrels
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Picture a trendy, beautifully decorated and comfy little coffee shop and go there, this is a slacker hang out and we don’t have a lot of brews just black, creamed, decaf for the socially impaired...It’s Chock full of Nutz….like your sis...we just buy the one brand.
We have pie and cookies, WIFI when it works and music an I control that because I’m here every day and it’s my place. If you don’t make me cringe play your guitar, sing a song, some people like live music just don’t go Diva and we’ll be cool.
We smoke here at Slackers and no one cares if you gotta breath the same air, want fresh air go to the park and play dodge the muggers.
”Why is it Called Slackers?”
My last name is Slacker so you can see was born royalty in my little niche and it's the family name
My grandparents started this with Beatniks and Apache dancing, look it up I ain’t the Librarian.
The town’s name is unimportant and as long as the Health Inspector and Police keep their distance who cares they’re all the same.
We can sit about 130 people but I never seen more than 57 in here since I got the thing in the Life and death raffle and they were a Greek wedding desperate for a hall after theirs burned down 2 days before the wedding.
Above this lovely little pisshole of a coffee shop are 10 tiny studio apartments which are attached by the stairs over there, I live in the less cramped part behind the bar.
We don’t spend a lot of money on lighting so unless its a laptop or pad reading isn’t advised
Our chairs were specially made by a group of drunk rednecks so that none of the legs are the same length...they built the tables and the two couches were found on the curb..and not for making out.
The old posters on the wall might appear to be decoration but they are actually hiding holes, cracks, and one a bloodstain that won’t come out.
Because you'll ask
It's a crappy Coffee Shop that rents rooms that wouldn't be considered big enough to be used as Solitary Confinement Cells even in the worst Third World Banana Republic.
We Hang out, We Bullshit about what we have done, some insist on telling us about their dreams and their Idealism.
Mandy tends the Coffee and makes the Pies and Cookies in her kitchen and the pies and cookies are cheap and the one accomplishment she can claim she's good at doing.
Sometimes Mandy entertains the tenants and customers by tossing Hipsters for suggesting an Espresso machine or those 10 dollar Lattes
Mandy has a Cat she claims came with the place and its possible it did, she named him Saliva and he's the ugliest cat in the neighborhood and steals unwatched food.
Because I thought I’d take the pressure off, I’m a Slacker and who am I to say what and how much you should have babbled?
