DREAM: In a small apartment—maybe I live here. On the floor with Anna—sitting in weird positions. (In waking life she’s been living at the house just for a few weeks.) At some point, I see she’s wearing these red orange panties and doing a Yoga position similar to the downward facing dog. We hear a hard knock at the door. We weren’t expecting anyone and it’s the middle of the night. I go to the door. A man is sticking his whole head through the peephole. His eyes are wild and I can see that he’s drunk so I’m cautious at first to even answer the door but I do anyway. When I open it I notice he has a nice size cutting knife (it looks just like the one from my kitchen). He’s frenetic and acting in a drunken stupor as if he just flipped his lid. He runs into the apartment. I sense a real danger now. Anna runs into the hallway and into another room where the others are. “Anna! Call 911!” I try my best to tend to the crazy drunk man keeping in mind the risk of getting sliced by his knife. I manage to tackle him and cause the knife to drop to the floor. Then, I kick him out of the apartment. I try closing it but he’s very strong and every time the door almost shuts, he barges in. I’m finally able to shut the door and lock it. But in all his power he still pries the door open breaking the hinges. Now he has a butcher knife! His arms pressing through the door—wrestling with his hands as to keep the knife away from me. I cry out to Anna and the others, “HELP!” I continue struggling with the man—the thought stuck in my mind that getting cut by this knife was going to happen…
Just after 3 p.m. I wake up. Ambrotious was still by my side sleeping peacefully a few hours ago, but he gets antsy so I had to let him out.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Blueberry Tea. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.
Exercising, stretching.
Loading equipment at the storage unit with Chris. He rides with me to the show. I grab lunch before we roll: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
As we sit in traffic, Chris points out a girl driving a grey Camry that seems potentially cute from a distance. He wants me to pull around her to get a better look but the left is blocked from another woman in one of those cube cars. He’s frustrated. We finally get around and he’s disappointed.
MUSICPLAYER show at Club Relevant with Deas Vail and The Delivery.
Feeling satisfied with our performance.
I missed being around the Deas Vail guys—good to see them and hear their beautiful music.
Dinner: DiGiorno Pizza with Green Peppers. Twix.
Playing two-on-two games of Unreal with Art, Jamil, and Roma. Art is king at deathmatch. Jamil and I are kings at capture the flag.
I invite Art to a game of basketball. We play HORSE, Around the World, and then 21. At one point he has to copy cat a shot from behind the backboard and by chance makes it in. He slams the ball down on the cement in excitement and yells out in his Russian accent, “EEYEAAHH!” I can’t help but laugh out loud watching him. He loves competition in any kind of game we play together. It makes us feel like men.
Eating a bowl of Crisp Rice Cereal with Brown Sugar.
Shower.
Working on some things on the computer. Business.
Editing tracks on Ableton.
Reading.
Sleep 7:20 a.m.
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