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DREAM: A rare spider, the size of a human head, hanging from a tree branch. He’s shrouded in some kind of natural skin cloth. A woman passes by and takes note of the odd thing. The spider imitates a hand underneath the cloth and signals to her the “come here” gesture in a seductive way. The woman becomes curious and approaches slowly. The spider spreads out its leg span underneath the cloth posing as a butterfly. As soon as the woman makes it within a few inches the spider clasps its imitation butterfly wings together in hopes to take hold of the woman’s head, but she backs off just in time. She’s in shock and shares her story with other people about how she never came across a spider whose sole purpose is to harm humans.
Waking up just before 1 p.m.
Scrambled Egg. Piece of Toast with Butter and Fig Spread. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).
Errands.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole. Honey Oolong Tea.
Kevin always gives me a hard time for eating grilled cheese sandwiches every time he enters the kitchen. He thinks I eat them everyday.
Me: “Kevin, do you know the definition of everyday? Did I eat a grilled cheese yesterday?”
Kevin: “Yes.”
Me: “No, I did not. Or the day before.”
With Kevin, Corbin, Don, and the couch surfers, Andy and Alecia, hanging out in the living room. A joke about hipsters is made. Andy doesn’t really understand who they are. He looks up the definition in his German to English dictionary but can’t find it.
Andy: “How do you spell hipster?”
Kevin busts out a hysterical laugh and reads us all the definition of hipster on urban dictionary.
...
I just finished putting new strings on a guitar that I plan on giving to Art. After tuning it up I give it a nice strum. I explain to Andy that a guitar with brand new strings can be compared to a bright red crisp apple.
“Listen...it’s just like an apple. Crisp. Clean. Fresh.”
I strum down a couple times on a C chord...
“See. You take a bite.”
Then, a simple folk progression...
“Chew on it and digest it. Then poop it out.”
At the last chord hit I slide my hand randomly from the top of the neck to the bottom and cut off all sound. Metaphors are great.
...
I start vamping on the E string – a hypnotic drone-like melody. Kevin joins in on violin and we engage in a beautiful jam.
Writing in my room.
Margot stops by for a bit...
Playfully she demands kisses, “Love me!”
Me: “But your lips are sticky.”
Her: “Better to trap you with.”
*Smack*
People trickle in and it becomes a full-fledged poker night. Nine players. Good times.
Baked Cod Fillets with Broccoli, Mushrooms, and Rice. Beer.
Someone spots a huge spider crawling on the floor near the washer and dryer. I capture it into a wine glass and we have at it with awe and wonder – taking photos. It turns out to be just a water spider.
Mother Nature finally refreshes us with rain but in bucketfuls. Calum rode his bike here so I give him a lift to 12th street.
Then to Margot’s to spend the night.
Cookies n Cream Ice Cream.
I try to instigate some lovin’ but she’s too tired of course.
Her: “You told me the ball’s in my court. Let me come to you.”
I’m a little disappointed because it feels like she’s lost her sexual appetite, or at least compared to our young and wild days.
We go to bed around 2 a.m.
[i] All images by me.
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