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DREAM: At some kind of theme park. I watch as people wait in line to get on a school bus. Apparently it’s an attraction here. I don’t understand what the excitement is all about. They even have a kiddie version of it. Later, stuck in the vast lobby of an office building. With Stephanie loading out equipment and other miscellaneous items into an elevator. There’s another guy I don’t know there helping. But Stephanie knows him. Apparently they kissed some time ago. He makes a joke about it in front of us...
Waking up at 2 p.m. Packing into the station wagon and trekking into the heart of Brooklyn in search of a really awesome Mac n cheese place we heard about called Brooklyn Mac. Dropping off Van at the nearest subway stop...
Van: “Nothing here makes sense. Virginia Beach is the opposite of New York.”
I make mention of a few cuties walking down the street.
Van: “There’re mad cuties here. It’s retarded.”
We find the Mac place and chow down on the most scrumptious Mac n Cheese I’ve ever had. Along Bedford Avenue we find a donut diner called Peter Pan and buy a bunch of tasty donuts. I get Coffee with Cream and Sugar. The two pretty Polish girls behind the counter seem a little unhappy to have this job.
Earlier Margot expressed her dissatisfaction with my lack of communication to her while I’m away. She’s being overwhelmingly dramatic and overbearing. I love her but she’s so very insecure. Stef and I joke about how she’s saying, “Don’t take your leash off when I’m not there!” There’s some comedy to her antics but underneath all of it is something unnerving. I wish she didn’t get this way.
...
I head off down the street on my own browsing a few shops. Inside a convenient store an old lady in front of line keeps repeating to me, “My girlfriend will be 51 by then.” as if we had already struck up a conversation. Then she adds, “And my aunt will be 61.”
...
Time to drive to Long Branch, New Jersey...
...
Peanut Butter Sandwich. Aloe Vera Drink.
Arriving at the famous punk club, Brighton Bar, black walls and a medium sized hall-like room. We perform a pretty satisfactory set for about 20 people alongside locals, The Micks and Sink Tapes. Stephanie and Sarah meet this wild old punk dude named Russ.
And Bobby from Chronic Sick, a Jersey hardcore band from the 80’s, takes a liking to our sound.
Driving back to Brooklyn after the show. We were invited to this loft party by our friends in Infinity Hotel but to our dismay it’s too late and nothing seems to be going on anywhere with any of our friends. We resign at Van’s apartment...
I mix a can of National Bohemian beer and orange juice...
Me: “What should I call this drink you guys?”
Van: “Natty BoJ!”
Distressing phone call with Margot. The echoes of my argumentative voice bounce off the walls of this narrow hallway.
“You can’t treat me like a possession. I’m not a dog on a leash. I’m a human being!”
...
We get off the phone but she has a few more things to say via text...
“I’m so tired of this relationship. The same thing is happening like before but like twice as fast. We just don’t belong together Robert. I wanna throw in the towel and make room for someone that can make you happy all the time. And that’s not me. There’s no more fight left in me. I love you don’t get me wrong. It’s just too overwhelming. I know you don’t want to talk bout this while you’re gone but I needed to say those things before I forgot.”
Drinking the last of my Natty BoJ and drifting off to sleep with heavy thoughts around 4 a.m.
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