I Made it To Starbucks

Today was another day that I am challenged with empathic functioning of a community that is about to be hit by a very painful and debilitating depression and agoraphobia.  I stayed down for a while and now I am doing a little writing at Starbucks, in Fridley.  On my bus ride here, I ran into a union stagehand who works at The State Theater.  I recognized him because he had his AISTE hat on.  That profession is going to find itself in trouble if it is unable to adapt to the changing times in industry.  Big shows, acts, and tours may become a thing of the past.  I then ran into a royal teen from The Netherlands (brought here at birth).  He will find a good business behind the scenes planning royal parties of like notorieties.  He follows the true royal scene with a logical mind.  His memory is quite keen.  My artistry is fairly silent today and I find myself with little to say.  I am just proud that I got out.  The ring of hostile people in my apartment vicinity is getting greater.  I will just continue to be polite and move quickly in zones outside my apartment.  I do have a feeling that there is rage in The Police Department at all of the lies.  Consequences will be assessed soon enough.  Nothing is really happening in the vicinity, by Starbucks, though some Hindus are coming through, in person.