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I’ve summoned up a burst of menacing energy that enables me to conjure up fire, and it’s intensity syncs up with the rage I allow myself to feel. Mounted on a tricked out motorcycle I rev up the engine as loud as I can and drive as fast as I can, into a building and over a ledge, right through a screen. I manifest flames everywhere creating quite an explosive scene. Now I’m a third person, an observer yet still the lone ghost rider. I watch. A cement virgin Mary statue nearby – maybe with a tear in her eye. I recognize this new ability has become my own personal evil. I convinced myself it was beneficial to me and society but obviously it is the opposite.
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I’ve been paired up with Calum. We’re business partners who travel around by bicycle to people’s houses, akin to the Mormon bikers, except our mission isn’t to spread the gospel but rather act as exorcists. Our job is to conduct an analysis of a person’s home that deal with bad spirits and then perform a special exorcism of sorts using unique gadgets and tools. We arrive at a woman’s home. She welcomes us in. The woman begins to cry while she talks about the ghostly occurrences she’s experienced lately. Calum pulls out the instruments a little too soon to start the process. I stop him and explain that every person’s story is different. We must be patient and try hard to empathize with our clients in order to better understand the situation. I sense there’s something more we can learn from this woman. We leave her be for now in hopes to return another time. Calum and I get back on our bicycles and trek through the neighborhood. On to the next job.
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Waking up at 11:35 a.m.
All day shift at China Wok.
Supersonic Breakfast Burrito (Egg, Cheese, Tomato, and Jalapenos). Orange Juice. Banana.
Folding menus during the down time.
Steady deliveries for the afternoon.
A customer enters to retrieve her pick-up order. She’s in her late 30’s and with an attractive complexion. I remember taking her order over the phone earlier. I also remembered her name being Ginger...
Me: “Your name’s Ginger, right?”
Her: “Yep.”
Me: “I love that name. Do you get that a lot?”
Her: “I guess. People say, well you don’t hear that often.”
...
Me: “I used to have a crush on a girl in high school named Ginger.”
This wasn’t true. I made it up. I don’t know why.
Her: “Oh really?”
Me: “Yeah...it wasn’t reciprocated though.”
Her: “Well that’s too bad.”
Snacking on Salt n Vinegar Chips in the car while I hectically drive around delivering. Unfortunately I don’t have time to get a proper lunch – it’s too busy to stop.
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Eventually, I manage to squeeze in a stop at the house for a Peanut Butter Sandwich and Honey Oolong Tea.
The night deliveries continue – making good monies – generous tips for the most part.
Off work.
Quick much-needed shower at my house then to Margot’s.
Watching Everything Must Go (2010).
Tofu with Mixed Vegetables and Rice in Garlic Sauce. Two Mickey’s.
I haven’t seen her in a few days...
She smiles, looks over to me, and says, “You missed me didn’t you?”
Me: “Well, yeah!”
I rub her back to relieve her tension – we cuddle – we kiss.
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I’m a little tipsy and we’re both tired. After a failed attempt at sex I leave her be in bed while I catch up on my reflections of the day.
Sleep a little before 3 a.m.
[i] Third Rock Fire Pit. Rick Wittrig.
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