Tents, shopping carts, a grill that looks like it was salvaged from a junkyard. Customers complain, but I just nod and say, “We’ll look into it.” We won’t.

Today, a man wandered in barefoot, grabbed a can of soup, and walked out. No one stopped him. I didn’t even try. What’s the point? We’re all just clinging to what’s left, pretending this place isn’t falling apart.

SeaTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTle’s not dying. It’s already dead.

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