Post by louiscypher on Jun 9, 2022 13:56:45 GMT -5
We see Louis sitting in a small cafe in the outskirts of New Orleans. He has a cup of coffee in his hands. He takes a sip then turns and looks at the camera.
“Hello there kiddies and Canadians. How are you all doing? I hope you are all well. Well I hope that for most of you. Cept one particular person. I hope Cassandra is doing horribly. I hope she has food poisoning and violent diarrhea hahahaha. I hope she gets the case of the well you fill in the blank on that one.”
Louis smiles again. A huge smile.
“I a here drinking coffee, listening to some light easy listening music. Do you want to know what kind of music there is in hell? Oh yes there is music down there. Its elevator music, or muzak as some refer to it. Its non stop blaring all day and all night, or all night, as there is no sunlight there.”
He takes a sip of coffee.
“I like my coffee the way I like my soul. Black no sugar and bitter as heck. Just the way I am, is how like my coffee. Starbucks smarbucks. Why do people pay 10 bucks for a large coffee at places like that, after all the mocha and whip cream and whatever else they put in those things are no longer considered coffee in my opinion.”
“I bet Cassandra is one of those silly people who spend so much on stuff that isn't even in the same stratosphere as true coffee. Coffee should be black, bitter, and hot. So sayeth me. Silly Cassandra. Anywho, I think that's it for today. I want to go back to my coffee and people watching.”
Fade
“Hello there kiddies and Canadians. How are you all doing? I hope you are all well. Well I hope that for most of you. Cept one particular person. I hope Cassandra is doing horribly. I hope she has food poisoning and violent diarrhea hahahaha. I hope she gets the case of the well you fill in the blank on that one.”
Louis smiles again. A huge smile.
“I a here drinking coffee, listening to some light easy listening music. Do you want to know what kind of music there is in hell? Oh yes there is music down there. Its elevator music, or muzak as some refer to it. Its non stop blaring all day and all night, or all night, as there is no sunlight there.”
He takes a sip of coffee.
“I like my coffee the way I like my soul. Black no sugar and bitter as heck. Just the way I am, is how like my coffee. Starbucks smarbucks. Why do people pay 10 bucks for a large coffee at places like that, after all the mocha and whip cream and whatever else they put in those things are no longer considered coffee in my opinion.”
“I bet Cassandra is one of those silly people who spend so much on stuff that isn't even in the same stratosphere as true coffee. Coffee should be black, bitter, and hot. So sayeth me. Silly Cassandra. Anywho, I think that's it for today. I want to go back to my coffee and people watching.”
Fade
