[i]
DREAM: Observing a concert in a small storefront venue. Robb Esperat is on stage performing. Doug Nicholson and I notice how horrible the mix down of the sound is because of the terrible vintage PA system they’re using.
Darren comes into my room, “Can I ask you a serious question? Do you really think George Clooney killed that guy to be in Oceans 11?”
Him, Josiah, and Anthony hop into the wagon for our trek to Richmond...
Breakfast stop at Bojangles: Egg and Cheese Biscuit, Bo’Berry Biscuit. Orange Juice. Zinc.
A quick and easy drive void of traffic.
In Richmond. They drop me off at the dentistry for my appointment. While waiting in the lobby to be called in I sit and read a Norwegian Folk Tale about a white bear with a magical wreath and a king’s daughter—an intriguing story.
I felt inclined to note an appreciation for Stephanie through text before they call me up, “hey grandma i just want you to know i think ur pretty rad.”
After two and a half hours of lying still in a chair while loud metal instruments drill and aggravate my mouth, my front chipped tooth is finally bonded and fixed.
“im a new man with new hair, new teeth, and new visions.”
[ii]
The boys pick me up off the street after the appointment. Darren’s at the wheel after having a few whiskey drinks, shouting obnoxious remarks out the window at the pedestrians and being reckless, pressing hard on the brakes and accelerating with haste. We stop by the Ellwood Thompson Marketplace.
Eating Lentil Soup and Vegan Cornbread with an Aloe Vera Drink.
Meeting up with Paige at her place—playing with her rat and trying to call around for a house show to attend or something to do. We end up walking down to Pie214Cafe where Anthony’s friend Bo works. Upstairs is a little dive bar setup—sharing drinks, popcorn, and pizza.
On the drive back—I’m at the wheel while Anthony deejays with my iPod—Darren and Josiah in the back using an apple to smoke weed—song after song...anything from the 90’s produces a nostalgic vibe (Counting Crows, Pavement, Eve 6). Another quick and easy drive void of traffic.
Back home...
Eating a Peanut Butter Bagel with Honey Green Tea.
Stephanie shows up and we engage in analytical discussions on relationship philosophy—the future—facilitating culture and creative communities.
Darren joins us in my room...
Darren: “The plight of each sex is difficult...Guys fuck because a girl is hot. Girls fuck for status.”
I receive repetitive calls from a restricted number. After answering I realize it’s the same person that’s been pranking me for the past three years. I still can’t figure out who this is...I stay connected and leave the phone on speaker while the Indian-accented voice continues the act...
Darren thinks my life is so creepy: “His life is so creepy! I might need to start wearing a tinfoil cap.”
Margot informs me they’ll be working on the roof of her house early in the morning and asks to sleep over so she won’t be disturbed. Over the phone, I’m reluctant...but it’s not really a big deal. I do sense her attempting to be more present in my life within the past few days. Her boy distraction failed for the most part, so of course she would reach out to me for attention/love fulfillment. Our sentimental talks I’m sure had something to do with it too, reminding each other how important we are to one another. But this has happened before when the power or A/C stopped working or storms come we would offer accommodations. Everything’s fine. She comes over and falls asleep before me...
Her: “Sleepover! Sleepovers are fun.”
I work on Vaginasaur recordings.
Eating a bowl of Cheerios with Brown Sugar.
I join her in bed around 4 a.m.
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