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Around 1:30 p.m. I wake up to the sounds of Kenneth banging consistently on something metal in the backyard. It doesn’t stop. Somehow I fall back to sleep.
DREAM: An exciting amusement park atmosphere – I’m sitting
in a rollercoaster by myself holding a whisky glass filled with red wine. Green
stands out the most, which I think is even the color of the rollercoaster. The
ride starts. I have a hard time keeping the wine contained in the glass. During
the run, I see the city and the lights and neon signs. The ride stops. I get
off and the girl working the rollercoaster asks if I need escorting. She opens
the gate for me and walks me around to the left out a different exit through
storage rooms and corridors. We had walked in a circle because we reach where
the ride should be but a band is setting up instead. She’s talking to me while
she looks for something in a tower of boxes. (Waking life comparison: yesterday
I rode in my van carrying a whiskey glass full of oolong tea on my way to the
storage unit. I had spilt it when I closed the garage door. Rollercoaster route
was similar to driving on the interstate last night. Seeing the different
colors and city lights similar to driving through the Greenbrier area. The band
relating to playing the show last night.)
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar,
Blueberries, and Milk. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Alfalfa.
Richard walks in my room to see what I’m up to. I tell him
I’m doing business on the computer.
Going to Big Lots. On the phone with Rocky.
Rocky: “You only make time for people with available
vaginas.”
Me: “That’s not true…available penises, too.”
Lunch: Toasted Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwich.
Chickadees (Target’s version of Goldfish). Oolong Tea.
On the phone with Becca.
Becca: “Hang on, let me call you back. My mouth is full of
nuts.”
I rig up a special dish rack for glasses above the sink
using a milk crate.
I go to the storage unit and attempt to fix one of my
microphones.
Family dinner at the house. Guillem cooks a traditional
Spanish Omelette with Potatoes and Onions. Renee brings bread with Goat Cheese
and Apple.
Guillem, Renee, and I take a trip to the old hotel. The
Cavalier hasn’t opened up yet apparently. After climbing up the brick stairs
behind the building, we make it to the top just in time to find a big red fox
run from a bush – his tail just as long as his body.
Guillem: “I have never seen a fox before.”
Boogie boarding down the steep wet slopes.
Reverberating the lit corridor underneath the entrance with
song and beat – some great musical moments.
We go to 63rd Street. On the beach – lying on the
thick royal blanket – sipping on wine and smoking Indonesian cigarettes.
Guillem explains to us he is allergic to marijuana. When he
tried marijuana for the first time when he was 16, he thought his mind went
crazy. And this caused him to study psychology as his major in college.
…
Renee, in reference to sadness: “Our generation is more
accepting of that sort of thing than many have been…it’s not considered, like,
crazy to have…sadness.”
…
Me: “There’s certain people you look at and you’re just,
like, they’re gonna get married.”
…
Me: “It’s cold! The sand is cold.”
Running along the shore – playing tag – the water is not as
cold as the sand.
Renee and Guillem go for a swim. I stay behind attached to
the blanket, watching the flying machines blend in with the many stars.
Back at home: Kiwi and Ginger Tea. Sigur Rós playing aloud.
We’re lying on the couches.
This was a good night – a free night.
Sleep around 7:45 a.m.
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