He walked down that same street every weekday morning between 6 and 7. It was a necessity when he was in college that turned into something close to a ritual when he got married. Two years ago, back when the world seemed like a messed up place he could fix he'd walk from his apartment building to the coffee shop every morning, sit down in one of the ridiculously large but incredibly comfortable chairs, and write his ideas, his beliefs down on an old battered journal. The day he found out his girlfriend was pregnant, the day he decided to marry her and get her go through school while he took care of the financial situation, was also the last day he went to that shop and wrote his future plans to bring about world peace. Every day after that he began writing his plans for bringing up his child.