DREAM: ☼ The Shockwave ☼ In midair perspective viewing The Shockwave rollercoaster that Kings Dominion still has operating. It’s a unique stand-up coaster. It’s as if I’m watching a demo video of it in action. The train falls down the first hill and loop. It seems to be going incredibly faster than normal. A second train follows. All of a sudden I’m standing on the second train in the front car along with 3 or 4 other black kids. We just finished the upside down loop. We reach the point where the track actually ends and the train is supposed to cross through the air down a slope and somehow connect at the other end. The previous train made it just fine. But as we swoop down our car just misses the steel track bouncing off into the water. Underwater and hopeless at this point because the harnesses still have us strapped down. Mine is loose though. I start swimming and pull the rest of the car along—trying to keep the kids above water so they can breathe. Finally we make it to the edge of the lake. Pulling the kids out from the water. We’re safe. “I can’t believe that just happened!” Talking with a few people nearby. Trying to convince a man that a rollercoaster is safe despite what just happened to me, “You have a higher chance of getting into a car accident than on a rollercoaster!” I think my dream confused that statistic with airplanes.
Just after 6 p.m. I wake up.
Kenneth walks in while I’m preparing breakfast in the kitchen. He wants me to help him sell a bass guitar and bass amp. He tells me about an idea he has for solar powered rooftops and collecting rainwater. This man is full of ideas and creative ventures. He has a conspiracy that people are going missing and the government is covering up why this is happening.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Craigslist business.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Meeting with an older man named Larry at his house in Chesapeake. His son-in-law died recently at 37 of a heart attack—sad story. So he’s selling all his son’s music gear. I buy his loop pedal and PA box.
Attending the Long Division and The Late Virginia Summers show at Winston’s Café.
Rocky: “You look young and healthy.” Even at the young age of 26 I feel relieved to know I still look young.
Listening to The Late Virginia Summers, a two-piece instrumental band with a loud comedian drummer. Drawing a picture in my moleskin.
Eating a Banana.
Power is easy to fake. Or is that what power really is? Just an act…an act of confidence—a show that one has the guts to pretend to be more dominant than the other.
At home, Margot brings over pizza. Eating more slices than my body needs and drinking a Michelob Lager.
She’s so beautiful. And the sex we have is beautiful.
Because our sleeping schedules do not line up we can’t sleep together (as in actual sleeping in the same bed). She complains. And then says mean things to me. Margot is a meanie-head.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Drinking Chocolate Milk and finishing Brooklyn’s Finest [2009].
Fixing up a sound system in the computer room.
Sleep 8:30 a.m.
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