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Alarm goes off at 11:11 a.m.
White Apricots. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Some hot lunchtime deliveries.
Stopping for my own lunch at the house. I’m fortunate enough
to not receive any orders for the next hour so I use my time wisely by cleaning
up the previous night’s mess – smashing numerous beer cans – breaking down
boxes – dishes – sweeping up tons of glitter.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Honey Green Tea.
I text Kevin in regards to using a Shop-Vac instead of our
vacuum cleaner to suck up the rice and bulkier particles that were used to
celebrate in his bedroom. I feel inclined to mention something I rarely mention
to him...
Me: “even though you can be a messy presence in the house,
you light up my life and give me something I would say is more entertaining
than all the movies on Netflix could ever offer me. all that to say...I love
you man. I expect a kiss next time I see you.”
Him: “I expect a blowjob the next time I see you.”
Me: “you got it!”
Delivering an order to an apartment in Emerald Point. The
lady opens the door. Two brothers hanging out on the couch, one of them playing
Halo, the other in a diaper approaches and gives me the rundown of what’s going
on...
Boy: “My brotha take my movies! Are you the pizza man?”
I didn’t feel like explaining to this young mind that I hold
in my hands Chinese food rather than pizza for I thought he might be
disappointed. So I respond with, “Yes.”
He seems pleased, retorts with, “I just farted,” and laughs at himself. The mother acts a little embarrassed and apologizes.
Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole.
Dinnertime deliveries begin and the sun subsides to which I
am utterly grateful.
More Orange Juice.
I’m blessed with Nicole’s presence for the last leg of my
shift. She left town for a while with plans to not return but had to take care
of a few things. We caught each other on the road yesterday. So I invited her to ride around with me
tonight. Just like talking with Amanda yesterday it feels like a little
reunion. As well we used to hang out frequently about this time last year.
Nostalgia can be exhausting.
...
Driving down Laskin about to deliver my last order. A cop at
random pulls me over because the new paint job conflicts with the information
on my registration. He suspected it could be stolen. He’s nice about everything
when I explain I had an accident two weeks ago.
Cop: “Unfortunately for you I had nothing to do and I ran
your tags.”
Nicole and I share a few laughs after he lets me go.
Off work and back home.
Egg, Broccoli, and Snow Peas with Rice. Land Shark Lager.
Watching The Line (2007).
At the storage unit practicing songs on the guitar for
tomorrow’s show.
Back home.
A little bit of Caramel Cheesecake Ice Cream.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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