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On the phone with Margot to which it’s understood we’re
acting in a movie and we’re supposed to be together. Earlier in the day I had
to deal with some stressful situations with my job but she doesn’t exactly know
what I do. So I decide to tell her.
Me: “Okay I need to tell you something but you have to
promise not to freak out.”
I take a deep breath.
Me: “I already talked to my coworkers and bosses and
supervisors and they think it’s okay for me to tell you. I think it will be
good for you to know so you can understand what I do. Alright. Here it goes.
I’m a part of a secret service agency.”
She’s shocked but happy to finally know what it is that I
do.
▬ ○ ☼
1:30 p.m. wake up.
Banana. Orange Juice.
Errands.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Honey Oolong Tea.
Watching The Peacemaker (1997).
Learning Russian.
It’s basketball night on The Friend’s School courts with
Anthony, Tim, Riggs, and Skippy. At some point towards the end of the fourth
game Skippy and Anthony get into a semi-serious squabble. Anthony tends to get
a little fierce on the courts, borderline fouling, hip-to-hip charging and
whatnot. Skippy just wasn’t in agreeance with any of his antics, and Anthony
won’t give in to fault. Things get smoothed over eventually back at the house.
...
It’s haircut night with Becca. She’s here cutting everyone’s
hair, mine, Art’s, Darren’s, and Josiah’s.
Chic Peas and Black Beans with Broccoli, Mushrooms, Carrots,
and Garlic Bread.
Darren persistently gets on my back about my
vegetarian-style meals, “So what’s it like eating side dishes?”
Me: “Shut up, Darren!”
I pull out a bottle of Hoegaarden.
Darren: “Now it feels like a dinner.”
...
While Becca continues lowering the boy’s ears we get into a
lengthy comical discussion on sexual activity preferences. Oh, it’s a fun
conversation.
...
Me: “Darren, I think you’d make a good lawyer.”
Darren: “Why? I’ve never studied law.”
Me: “You don’t have to. You can argue anything.”
Darren: “I can argue anything.”
...
I continue cutting out old magazine clippings for collages.
Josiah puts on the 1920’s radio station.
Darren has a sudden realization about me, “You’re weird,
Robert.”
[Ha-ha-ha]
Becca: “He’s just now noticing this. He’s not doing anything
different than he has been.”
Me: “The thing about Darren is he thinks I’m creepy and
weird all the time ever since he’s met me. He never stops reminding me.”
Josiah: “You are sometimes.”
Darren: “You are creepy.”
Me: “So what? I WAS AN ONLY CHILD!”
Darren: “I can fucking tell. If there’s any one quality
about you that I know for sure is you are an only child.”
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep at some late hour.
[i] Untitled.
Virginia Echeverria Whipple.
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