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Alarm goes off at 11:20 a.m.
Cinnamon Oatmeal with Raisins, Flax Seed, Brown Sugar, and Milk. Orange Juice.
5-hour Mae rehearsal at Dave’s in-laws. Practicing in a freezing cold room above the garage. An old tour friend of ours, Billy Reed pops in to visit.
Banana. Pear. Trail Mix. Coffee.
Back home...and immediately amidst all the hectic motion of new roommates moving in. I take on the role of clean-up crew and separate the salvageable junk from the real junk. Helping lug dressers and beds and desks around.
Tuna Steak with Fettuccine and Onions. Baby Broccoli. Carrot with Ranch.
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1435 is the meeting place for the New York bound Live-Crew. Everyone’s here hanging out until midnight. I snag Anthony and a few others for a quick game of basketball on the Friend’s School courts. I’ve dubbed this “The Last Game” as Anthony will be leaving us for a long time. It’s an unequal ratio for teams. Anthony and I versus Skippy, Kevin, and Mo. Mo is a sporty black friend of D’Andrea’s who has obvious ballin’ abilities, and with an all-star cast of strong players this will show to be a challenge for the duo. But we cut straight to the chase knocking down four rapid shots before they even reach a score of two. We kill it in the end with a win of 6-5.
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Taking the kids to the China bus station next to Rick’s Café. James Graves, Josh, Kevin, and the others are fully prepared for the New Years New York 2012 adventure, with a bottle of wine, cans of PBR’s stashed and spread out evenly throughout everyone’s bags, winter jackets, and an open mind for the great nights to come. I would be joining them but I have prior European obligations with Mae—my own adventure to look forward to. I open my arms to give Anthony one last hug. He’ll be continuing his travels across the country and moving to San Diego/Mexico. Watching him depart from my life for a time::::::an internal tear is shed.
Peanut Butter Bagel. A bowl of Lucky Charms cereal.
Watching Dive!: Living Off America’s Waste (2011).
It’s tough being the patriarch of this house, but also a natural role. I’m going to be a good father.
Sleep around 4 a.m.
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