[i]☼ ○ ▬
We’ve filled this deep hole in the ground with sand bags and
miscellaneous belongings including some of my luggage. With an elongated
screwdriver I poke the bags further down into the hole. Slowly they all cave in
and fall through. I hear a splash. “Oh no. Now they’re all wet.” I peer
down and notice a few puddles. The drop is at least 30 feet, not safe enough to
jump. We manage to build a ladder out of the sand bags and climb down. This
cave has a mysterious and dangerous aura. Obvious manmade staircases and ramps
built into the walls. We don’t feel safe. I have my windup LED flashlight and
shine it across the terrain. All of a sudden I spot a strange nasty looking
duck-like creature with a dog by its side. Both of them dart up the ramp and meet
us with hostility. I draw my screwdriver and defend myself.
▬ ○ ☼
Alarm goes off at 11:05 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Peach.
It’s a slow one today.
Stop at the house for lunch.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Goldfish Crackers. Honey Green
Tea.
I notice multiple scratch marks on the bottom right of the
front door, which are obviously from drunk Margot trying to kick it down the
other night. I remember her having on studded black shoes.
Me: “Wow. That’s really bad.”
Anthony retorts, “Life lesson number 7048: never break up
with a girl who owns studded shoes.”
[Ha-ha]
The day continues into the night.
Pear.
Elliott pops in for a visit and rides around with me on a
few deliveries. Talking about music and how sometimes we lose inspiration for
projects as time passes.
Eating dinner at work: Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Snow
Peas, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Off work. It feels like a nice summer night even though it’s
October 1. I ride my bike over to Elliott’s on 16th. We put on
running shoes and go for a jog on the beach along the shoreline. The moon glow
is extra shiny tonight and illuminates the waves like a painting.
...
Afterwards I bike over to Margot’s place. She wanted to hang
out with me and I agreed to it. Lounging on the couch watching the TV mini
series of Dinotopia (2002). She’s trying to be cute and playful but I’m
pretty steadfast in my slouch position. I’m closed off socially and emotionally
to her. But I guess this is the testing grounds...to see if we are capable of
having casual interaction. I don’t stay too long.
Back home. There seems to have been some minor chaotic
incidents, but when has there ever not been.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 3:45 a.m.
[i] Magda
Boreysza.
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