Requiem for a cup of coffee

Because im part of generation Y (or the Echo Boomers as we are apparently also known!?!) I get my best studying done when its not to quiet around me. I need to ignore great amounts of information in order to focus, and as we have no TV where I reside i have to go out to find information pollution. I personally prefer to go to a café to read. There is always lots of people, and a steady flow of coffee near at hand. The local café in Kailua is called the Morning Brew and is where the people who are to politically correct to go to Starbucks get their coffee. Prices are good, about a dollar fifty for a regular sized cup, and the place has a well mixed clientel of students, surfers and normals. Though the normals are not always as normal as they seem. Two days ago I sat close to the window in a raggedy but comfy armchair minding my own business. A lady sits down next to me and starts charging her cell phone from the near by outlet. I glance briefly at her and she appears to be a perfectly normal soccer mom kind of american. Bit too flowery and bland, but hey thats just americans. As the phone comes to life she calls her mom. At first the coversation seems to be the normal exchange of family affairs. "Hows dad? - oh good good" and so forth. But then it gets a little weird. As far as I can tell the mom asks her daughter where she is, and the woman replies: "Oh I dont know. I dont know where I was yesterday either. I cant remember anything. Its because of the pills I take, and I have to be in court tomorrow and I dont know where it is, and..." The woman starts crying loudly in the café, and sobs in the phone for a while. "I dont know what pills they are. I think novocaine and valium and something else, but I cant remember...". Suddenly I get eye contact with the woman, and as I quickly look back down at my book I realise she looks exactly like the mom in Reqiuem for a dream. Totally freaky. She rants on exactly like the Requiem woman as well, and im strongly considering packing my stuff and getting out of there. Curiosity gets the better of me of course and I do have reading to do so I stay put. The woman keeps listing the pills she on and says: "I think I took to much and thats why I cant remember, and then I took the antidote and thats what they give to people coming off ice (Crystal Meth, edi.) but now I dont feel so good...". The woman then suddenly hangs up and re-dials. This time the family doctor is up. "I dont know how much I took. And then I took that stuff they give to ice-heads and I have to be in court". The doctor obviously gets wind that the lady is not doing so well and orders her to a hospital. "Ok ok. Ill go" she replies. The lady sits for a second, then smiles at me politely, packs her little purse neatly and strolls out the café as if nothing has happened. Maybe a novocaine/valium cocktail is no big deal after all. After that I feel I can ignore no more information that day, and head to the beach where life is simple.