Find me when the lights go down
Signing in and signing out
Gods descend to take me home
Find me staring at my phone
When I walked into Starbucks Saturday morning, it was stuffed like a vente latte machiato with an extra shot of espresso. Nowhere to sit. So I leaned against the wall and waited for my order. As I looked around, I noticed literally everyone in the place was staring at a phone, a tablet, or a...