DREAM: With Margot standing at the edge of a busy street—the cars speeding by. I’m very focused—looking for the gap in traffic so we can make our way across. “Okay, now cross when I say.” Finally the coast is clear. I run across encouraging her to hurry. “C’mon! Quick! Run!” For some reason she refuses to follow—displaying that notorious pouty face of hers. “Margot! Why? We don’t have time for this.” I quickly dart back over and drag her across the street just in time. We venture down the sidewalk. There’s an art show happening in this building. I pay the door girl and enter. Everyone is gathered around a TV that’s showcasing a short film or movie. I sit down on the couch next to Josiah. He snickers at something on the TV. Rocky is sitting across the way on another couch and attempts to get my attention, “Robert!” The whole room is quiet and focused on the TV. I don’t pay her any mind and give my direct attention to the TV out of respect for the event. She persists, “Robert!” I turn and sarcastically gaze in her direction with my hands on my hips. I guess she just wanted to say hi. “Okay, Rocky. I see you.”
Waking up around 11:30 a.m.
All day shift at China Wok.
MMM. Peaches from Stoney’s Produce—picking from the “Ugly” collection, which is half off.
Texting…
Me: “you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world to me and i love you.”
Her: “Aw baby! I love you too….You’re the sweetest and I want to be with you forever.”
Me: “we’re so mushy.”
Her: “Mushy is nice sometimes :). I like it.”
Breakfast: Peaches. Mango. Blueberry Yogurt.
Distributing the menus on people’s doors
The blazing hot sun is not very welcoming.
Lunch: Two Eggs Over Medium on Whole Grain Bread with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Vitamin Water.
Buying a cup of Lemonade for 50 cents from some kids off Westminister in Emerald Point.
Margot sends me a picture of a magnet for sale with a statement that only confirms the beauty of our relationship:
Delivering an order in the Mayflower Apartment building on 34th street. The customer lives on the 14th floor. I tap the “14” button—noticing there is no button for “13”. The red LED screen in the elevator scrambles the floor numbers until I reach the 13th floor and it opens. What? Apparently, whoever planned the layout of this place decided they would identify the 13th floor as the 14th floor to avoid any superstitions. But technically this IS the 13th floor.
In the restaurant waiting for calls/orders to come in. The phone rings. I answer.
Me: “China Wok. May I help you?”
A young boy’s voice responds in an upset tone, “My mom just kicked me off my Xbox.”
Me: “Uh. Pick up or delivery?”
The kid persists to ask questions like, “Do you have dog?” and “Do you have duck?” and “Do you have Japanese food?”
I realize at this point this kid is either prank calling, which is likely, or just lonely and bored. He’s not laughing nor do I hear any friends in the background laughing. His phone personality is quite convincing. I play along and continue the conversation because there’s nothing else better to do.
Me: “No. We have Chinese food.”
He asks me if I’ve ever been robbed before, which I haven’t, at least on the job. I answer all his questions directly and without any sign of annoyance. Maybe this throws him off or maybe it eggs him on.
Kid: “Do yall teach karate?”
Me: “No. We sell Chinese food.”
Kid: “I thought all Chinese knew karate.”
Me: “That’s just a stereotype.”
Kid: “Are you calling me racist?”
Me: “No. I’m just saying you can’t assume all Chinese people know karate because it’s a stereotype.”
[Lull]
Me: “Well, hey look I gotta get back to work. I’m sorry about your Xbox…”
All of a sudden he switches back to upset mode, “It’s serious, man!”
Me: “I know I bet it is…”
He hangs up.
A lady waiting for her food overheard my phone convo. She describes to me a burglary experience she had while living in New York City. She surprised herself by hitting the intruder pretty hard in the chest. We chat about fight or flight situations and how it’s important to plan out in your head what you would do in scenarios like that. That way when it really does happen you won’t be scared stiff and make sloppy reactions.
Finally off work and cooking dinner.
A text from my queen: “I’m cravin you soo hard right now. I want you inside me. Last night was so good.”
Dinner: Baked Orange Chicken with Onions. Brown Lemon Pepper Rice with Mixed Vegetables.
My throat is still swollen. Gargling with hot saltwater. It’s been almost a week since this started.
Watching Weapons [2007].
Eating a bowl of cereal: Cinnamon Bunches and Corn Flakes with Honey Milk.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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