The way the GPS lady's voice cuts off mid-street name, she just assumes I know where I'm going and maybe that's the biggest lie of all because I don't, not in this city, not in this life, don't even know what coffee I want but black seems safest, cheapest anyway, and I guess that's all anyone can really ask for, is the cheapest, safest version of themselves, just trying not to spill anything on the way from here to wherever the fuck is next. Feels like I'm always en route. Mochi would just stay in the box if she had her way.