"Oh, just coffee's fine by me. I don't need anything fancy."
He shrugs, again. He seems very fond of shrugging. "I don't know. Anything that implies that old white rich warmongering men aren't the arbiters of good taste that they think they are."
"D'you know what I like about this time period? When someone says they just want coffee they mean they just want coffee as opposed to like a double mocha latte with two shots of java and skim milk."
Once they have the coffee, he sits down, gesturing for Alec to sit across from him. "Vietnam. That's the big one right now. I'm sure there'll be another big one soon enough, but hopefully it'll wait until this one's over. Unless it's never over, which also seems possible."
Alec plops into a slouch across from Ginsberg and then starts to load up his coffee with massive amounts of sugar. Unhealthy amounts of it.
"There's going to be one in Iraq, I think it's Iraq... in the 1990s." He pauses. "Do you want me to tell you what's going to happen in the future? I forget that people don't really like that."
He has to pause for a moment to marvel at how much sugar Alec's currently dumping into his coffee, but then he starts again.
"... I don't even know if I'll be alive in the 1990s, and I'm already concerned enough about the future without knowing what I need to be concerned about."
"That's okay. If I knew things about the future, I'd probably accidentally tell them to people, too. It's kind of hard to avoid talking about stuff you know. Or maybe that's just me."
"The problem is, really, for me it's not the future because I've been there, so I don't think about it like that. It's like... talking about having visited Los Angeles. I travel through time like people travel through place."
"I guess that's true. And then you have to talk to a bunch of people who've never heard of Los Angeles, and try to remember not to tell them anything about it, which would be hard as hell. I mean, if we're following that metaphor. Which makes sense."
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Liberal is such a touchy word.
"Ah. I guess that's fair enough. But something to keep in mind."
He looks around briefly before going up to the counter. "What do you want?"
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He shrugs, again. He seems very fond of shrugging. "I don't know. Anything that implies that old white rich warmongering men aren't the arbiters of good taste that they think they are."
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Shrugging's all good.
"They're not!? SHock Gasp... Horror..."
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He laughs quietly, quickly.
"I know, but it comes as a big surprise to most of them."
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Like coffee coffees.
"Warmongering... Vietnam War?"
Alec's knowledge of Earth history is a bit haphazard.
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Once they have the coffee, he sits down, gesturing for Alec to sit across from him. "Vietnam. That's the big one right now. I'm sure there'll be another big one soon enough, but hopefully it'll wait until this one's over. Unless it's never over, which also seems possible."
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"There's going to be one in Iraq, I think it's Iraq... in the 1990s." He pauses. "Do you want me to tell you what's going to happen in the future? I forget that people don't really like that."
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He has to pause for a moment to marvel at how much sugar Alec's currently dumping into his coffee, but then he starts again.
"... I don't even know if I'll be alive in the 1990s, and I'm already concerned enough about the future without knowing what I need to be concerned about."
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Because he's bad at shutting up anyway.
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So is Alec. They're both good there.
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