"Welcome to the world of the plastic beach."

Snoop Dogg.
I'm downtown at City Dock Cafe in Annapolis, on my second steaming latte and procrastinating the three articles I have to write tonight. I have my headphones on (the guy next to me asked, "Is this Sarah McClaughlin?" I put my own music on), and I'm listening to the Gorillaz' new album. It's freaking weird.
This place is a hang-out for the St. John's "johnnies" as they call them. They are do "different" that they all end up looking the same. I oddly fit in, since my single-speed bike is parked outside and all the hipsters at the college ride fixies. And I'm wearing my clam digger shorts, which to everyone here makes me look either gay or European, but nobody says anything because everyone in here is dressed weird.