Writing from behind a barista counter today. Two days into the new gig.

My mind goes into panic mode whenever people ask for my name here, and it makes me chuckle. I immediately think, “I can’t tell you my name. This isn’t me! This isn’t my identity! I’m an artist! Take your double-shot macchiato, get out of here, and forget I was ever here.”

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