A low-fi sound pacifies the air in a quaint, timbered café and a soft, yellow light illuminates two aging men.
The large congregate of chatter fails to muffle the man with an unkept beard and vague wrinkles on his forehead as he slams his fist onto the wooden counter.
He turns to the man with a clean shave and slight greyed hair to lament. “I don’t know what the fucks goin’ on anymore; these fuckin’ tea connoisseurs all go on about strawberry tea.
What the fuck happened to chai man… what happened to chai?” The man with a clean shave nods and his eyes begin to moisten. Follow @Lukerotella