Bistro Bounce Coffee is a peg-in-the-hole product. Ideal. One Stanley Cup sized mug of it took Noodles Glenwood to a much better place. Triple caffeine for the hat trick. Treats fatigue like a fresh coat of shellac. It's infallible. Took the willies right out of Noodles Glenwood.
He'd had dreams that don't matter in any therapeutic way, also, his diet was deficient, and he had been dealing with his new friends. On the peg board, that is many inflamed wooden holes.
Nightmares in which new people in the sleeper's life have greater than reasonable fore-knowledge, and thus authority, happen all the time. One could bust a nut analyzing the panic impetus, but one is still shitting lizards. On a behavioral level, Noodles would have to bargain with the people he met where he worked. Waiters meet a lot of people. You can fill a silo with the amount of information that many people beep and chatter to the free and frittering outside world. Variables and unknowns were abundant on Carson Street in 1993. There are celestial forces that draw twisted DNA like a tractor dragging barbed wire. It takes coffee as brisk as Bistro Bounce to get people back to normal after having a horrible night.
In Sleepy Land people he filled coffee cups for had been looking into Noodles Glenwood's background and finding that he had a great chance at becoming a real estate mogul had he not disappointed a coach. He had been on a team he couldn't remember, and had failed to steer his future. This is why the meaning of the dream is a load of shit in terms of resolving social problems people face everywhere. Noodles would have to form some sort of plan with which to organize his relationships.
Some deviant personalities, in real life, visually respectable regulars at That Bistro, where Noodle's worked, were taking interest, for real, in the new monkey boy in town. Our Noodles was nicely put together. Nice legs for a young man. Good butt. A thick flowing natural wave shag hair do. He looked like disco fluff. Men were inquiring about him both directly, and through switchboard-like channels through which a vast collective polymorphous libido loads up on filthy information. His nightmare had to have come from his situation, but that still isn't jack for a way to achieve psycho-social satori.
Everyone could buy Bistro Bounce Coffee because it was available at lucky stores, and all the bistros on the street served it, no point pouring anything else, it's like using synthetic motor oil when you have a case of name brand 30 weight. No one risks carburator gunk like that. Bistro Bounce is ideal. It made Noodles feel like he belonged to something important when he served it to people like his new friend, Bo La Doga.
The freelance scientist was a welcome source of challenging discussion for the energetic young waiter. Bo was reeling in his fifth master's degree in his eighth graduate fellowship program while creating a computer program designed to cure people of what is wrong with them. It was a hot idea, with everyone eager to get into a therapy session with a cool hip therapist. La Doga wanted to create a program that converted a shrinks pencil notations into a road map to bliss and prosperity. Universities love it when one of theirs boinks a product from their laboratories to your evening news on television. They were betting a few sheckels on La Doga.
For all the stress that had been mounting on Noodles, it was a relief to be taken into La Doga's confidence, like a Vaudevillian Good Neighbor Sam. People with complex personalities often choose a confidante like exotic fruit in an Asian wet market. How good it made the young waiter feel to be given that honor!
He'd had dreams that don't matter in any therapeutic way, also, his diet was deficient, and he had been dealing with his new friends. On the peg board, that is many inflamed wooden holes.
Nightmares in which new people in the sleeper's life have greater than reasonable fore-knowledge, and thus authority, happen all the time. One could bust a nut analyzing the panic impetus, but one is still shitting lizards. On a behavioral level, Noodles would have to bargain with the people he met where he worked. Waiters meet a lot of people. You can fill a silo with the amount of information that many people beep and chatter to the free and frittering outside world. Variables and unknowns were abundant on Carson Street in 1993. There are celestial forces that draw twisted DNA like a tractor dragging barbed wire. It takes coffee as brisk as Bistro Bounce to get people back to normal after having a horrible night.
In Sleepy Land people he filled coffee cups for had been looking into Noodles Glenwood's background and finding that he had a great chance at becoming a real estate mogul had he not disappointed a coach. He had been on a team he couldn't remember, and had failed to steer his future. This is why the meaning of the dream is a load of shit in terms of resolving social problems people face everywhere. Noodles would have to form some sort of plan with which to organize his relationships.
Some deviant personalities, in real life, visually respectable regulars at That Bistro, where Noodle's worked, were taking interest, for real, in the new monkey boy in town. Our Noodles was nicely put together. Nice legs for a young man. Good butt. A thick flowing natural wave shag hair do. He looked like disco fluff. Men were inquiring about him both directly, and through switchboard-like channels through which a vast collective polymorphous libido loads up on filthy information. His nightmare had to have come from his situation, but that still isn't jack for a way to achieve psycho-social satori.
Everyone could buy Bistro Bounce Coffee because it was available at lucky stores, and all the bistros on the street served it, no point pouring anything else, it's like using synthetic motor oil when you have a case of name brand 30 weight. No one risks carburator gunk like that. Bistro Bounce is ideal. It made Noodles feel like he belonged to something important when he served it to people like his new friend, Bo La Doga.
The freelance scientist was a welcome source of challenging discussion for the energetic young waiter. Bo was reeling in his fifth master's degree in his eighth graduate fellowship program while creating a computer program designed to cure people of what is wrong with them. It was a hot idea, with everyone eager to get into a therapy session with a cool hip therapist. La Doga wanted to create a program that converted a shrinks pencil notations into a road map to bliss and prosperity. Universities love it when one of theirs boinks a product from their laboratories to your evening news on television. They were betting a few sheckels on La Doga.
For all the stress that had been mounting on Noodles, it was a relief to be taken into La Doga's confidence, like a Vaudevillian Good Neighbor Sam. People with complex personalities often choose a confidante like exotic fruit in an Asian wet market. How good it made the young waiter feel to be given that honor!
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