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I really, really love when I have a strawberry banana smoothie and I can taste the chunks of delicious banana, and the chunks of delicious banana make their way up the straw and into my mouth and all of it is just a delicious, magical joyride.

This very experience is being had at Kiva Han, my very own coffee/cafe haunt, much closer to my living situation than 61C. I’ve found that, perhaps, I’m a little bit in love with Kiva Han, but maybe that’s because of all the heartbreak i experienced at 61C. I mean that homeless man never talked to anyone except himself. How very selfish of him. I couldn’t live like that.

Anyway, the only thing about Kiva Han is that nothing really goes down here. So the fact that it smells vaguely of Fritos and mac & cheese, well, that’ll probably be the most eventful thing here today. Besides the homeless black lady that comes in here at about 8 or 9 pm and promptly heads towards the men’s bathroom. It’s okay, I was also confused by the ‘Dude” and “Dudette” labels on the bathroom doors.