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I’m introduced to a unique automobile owned by a man to whom
it’s understood is the only owner of this car. It’s become an attraction here
at the beach where it’s parked. I walk up to it. A red Lamborghini station
wagon convertible is the only way I know how to describe it. I run my hand
across its sleek red finish. There’re at least two extra rows of seats and a
baby booster seat in the back. Strangely the driver’s seat is designed to be
located directly in the center front row. The steering wheel is flat and
horizontal rather than at an angle, similar to that of a bus’s steering wheel.
The guy is about to take people for a ride. I’m offered a ride but
decline.
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Waking up around 1:30 p.m.
Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Figs. Orange Juice.
Cleaning up. Doing chores.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green
Tea.
Watching God Bless America (2011).
At Whiskey Rob’s house near Shore Drive. He requested a
cleaning job like last time, but not as strenuous. Just a good vacuum and steam
clean of the carpet, clearing out old food from the fridge, and taking out the
trash – about a two-hour job. He rewards me with $70 and a case of Budweisers.
...
Chugging down a Coconut Water.
...
Since Aysena lives nearby I stop to visit but only for
enough time to share a few stories and kisses.
Back home. Kevin and I cook dinner together. Richie and
James Graves are present.
Barbecue Garlic Salmon with Broccoli, Mushrooms, Onions,
Peppers, Carrots, and Rice.
...
Me: “I love eating broccoli because it feels like I’m eating
trees.”
James: “What’s the difference between boogers and broccoli?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
James: “Kids don’t eat broccoli.”
Richie: “Nice one, Graves!”
Kevin: “Yeah! Nice one, Graves!”
...
It’s poker night. Players: Art, Roma, James, Kevin, Richie,
Darren, Devon, Calum, and myself. This time Art brought cigars and they mix
well with the atmosphere.
Kevin’s glasses are wrapped in duct tape, apparently from an
accident last night. This gives us plenty of entertainment material.
Me: “I know we don’t ever take you seriously anyway but with
those glasses I definitely can’t now.”
...
As Kevin shuffles the deck his arms are a split second away
from spilling my beer.
Me: “Watch your elbows.”
Kevin: “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”
Me: “Your life affects mine, just so you know.”
Kevin: “Touché.”
...
Bottles are raised as James toasts, “Here’s to childhood
memories we never had.”
...
The flop is revealed and Kevin announces, “You guys are
fucked. I’ve got a full house.” But of course there is no possibility for it
according to the cards. He’s just being comical.
Art: “You don’t have brain. That’s obvious.”
Kevin: “I have a brain. It’s just turned off, alright? I’ve
got to save the battery life.”
...
Getting frustrated with this game because I seem to have no
leverage whatsoever to place bets unless I have a promising hand. But I manage
to make it to third place.
Settling down in my room.
Sleep 4:30 a.m.
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by me.
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