How did I used to live like this?
It’s around three in the morning and, for the first time in two decades, I’m hanging out in a lonely booth at a random Denny’s, nursing a cup of black coffee and reading a slightly-used book. This time, however, I’m not surrounded by goths, punks or other societal rejects that sleep all day and mope all night…all that’s here right now are a couple of cops on a dinner break.