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Sometime before 9 a.m. Kristin is awake and restless, vying
for attention and affection. I’m beat and need more rest. I knew this would be
the case. It’s kind of adorable though. She rolls around in bed attempting to
talk and cuddle. I’m just no good though.
Me: “You’re such an early morning bird.”
...
Her: “Why can’t you get it up?”
Me: “I don’t know. I already told you. I guess issues turn
me off.”
Her: “I’m sorry.”
...
She finally agrees to be still and fall back to sleep.
...
Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
White Apricots. Blueberries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
“Feeeeel the day. The hottest day!”
91 degrees but feels like 105.
Peanut Butter Bagel. Tortilla Chips with Guacamole and
Salsa. Honey Green Tea.
Snapping the peas.
I invite Amanda Paramore to “ride the China Wok train”, as
we call it. She hitches a ride from a friend and hops into the passenger seat
of my car. Towards the end of last summer she became a really good friend to
me. Introducing her to some tunes I’ve been listening to lately and reminiscing
on the things we all did this time last year – night beach adventures with
friends – the philosophical gatherings at Nicole’s house.
She comments on the atmosphere of being inside my car...
Her: “It’s like a whole other world in here. I feel like you
own Virginia Beach in this car.”
Me: “That’s the idea.”
Back home.
Shenanigans involving the usual disaster masters, Skippy and
Joshua, all in the name of Kevin’s birthday. There’s glitter and water balloons
everywhere.
Hot and Sour Soup. Shrimp Egg Roll. Spring Rolls. Dos Equis
Beer.
At Rick’s Café with Darren, Devon, Tara, and Calum.
Sipping on an Iced Vanilla Coffee.
Amanda texts me, “Man. Tonight was really magical. I don’t
know if you felt that too, but for me it was great. With the sunset sky and the
summer air and the music and the company and your voice and your car – a world
all it’s own. I feel like I’ve healed something. Thanks for the time.”
Me: “That magic you’re referring to I am fortunate enough to
experience every day that I work. I like the world that I’ve created in my car.
I feel safe.”
Her: “I felt safe too! It’s amazing. You’ve built a magical
thing for sure.”
It’s already after 1 a.m. but I retreat to the storage unit
anyway because I need to brush through songs for the show I’m doing Tuesday.
Back home. Sleep 4 a.m.
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