I decided to wait at the Fully Booked Starbucks shop while waiting for P to finish his massage. I figured I could catch up on World War Z while waiting. Then I saw TV reporter Howie Severino (at least, it looked like him) a few tables away from me hunkered down and writing earnestly on his own notebook, and inspiration flashed. Fuck, I could do that! I could practice writing longhand again! Bad decision – my handwriting is still shit. Five pages worth of dribble follow.