The place, honestly, wasn’t really his cup of tea. Titus didn’t really like coffee all that much in the first place, and seeing teenage ponies with wood in their ears and piercings all over their bodies really brought out the old man in him. Usually, he’d have gone out of his way to avoid such a place, or at the very least gotten in and out of it as quickly and efficiently as possible. But, after coming here almost every week for the past few months, he had actually found something in this hippy camp that he actually liked. Namely, his friends, and their wonderfully insistent bitching.