Where is Pancakes House?

The brainless and banal postings of an as-yet-to-be writer; particularly of short fiction and screen.

Sometimes.

Sometimes when I wear my eyeglasses I forget that they’re not sunglasses, and thusly, people can see me when I stare.  So, I wind up staring at people for uncomfortable lengths of time before I realize they know I’m staring.

It’s just so hard not to stare in this city.