Hate

There is a mall of sorts in north Austin called the Domain. It’s one of those big mixed use development communities that features apartments, an outdoor mall, trendy/upscale chain restaurants, etc etc. It’s fairly large, covered several square blocks. There are respectable places and even people that go there, but that’s the minority. Mostly, I hate everything about it. In fact, when I’m extremely bored and need to waste like 30 minutes while out and about, I occasional stop there. I get some sick satisfaction of sitting in one of the common areas and thinking about how much I hate it there. It is somehow cleansing, like if I feel I’m turning into too big of a snob or losing touch with reality, this e calms me. It’s like watching a year worth of Real Housewives of _____ in a condensed 30 minute shot. I get so disgusted with society at this place that eventually I reach a state of calm and can start focusing on what I really think is important. If course, that only lasts a short while until some jackass asks if I’m the valet.

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Jay Ratkowski runs this joint, which is why his name is on the front door. You can find him elsewhere at Google+, Facebook, or Twitter

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Jay Ratkowski runs this joint, which is why his name is on the front door. You can find him elsewhere at Google+, Facebook, or Twitter

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