As you may know I tend to venture out into the world. A certain area of which has caught my interest. It's a den of ineptitude. A wretched hive of scum and villainy. A place generally called Starbucks. It at first seemed like a quiet place to sit and read a book about marxism. But soon I found that it was much more sinister than that.

Shortly after buying a bottled water and sitting down I was attacked by a group of small girls. Well, not attacked. They walked right by me and were very loud but still, it was disturbing. The relentless stamping of their many ugg-shod feet kept me from focusing on the book I was reading. I managed to snap this single shot of what I can only describe as a den of wolves before I retreated back into the open air, gasping for breath free of the stink of jazz music.