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I’m involuntarily a part of a sexual love triangle with
Pee-wee Herman and Nicole Kidman. We’re temporarily staying in this small
apartment owned by an old black lady who also owns a bunch of little dogs that
prance around. I’ve got the sniffles—maybe I’m allergic.
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Waking up at 11:10 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
We finally upgraded to new Technicolor pictures on the
overhead menu board. Oh it’s stellar looking. I couldn’t imagine how much more
appetizing crab rangoon looks with a pretty roses and flowers in the
background.
Oh man it’s terribly slow.
Two Hard-Boiled Eggs. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green
Tea.
Cecily asks me to help figure out this new security camera
system they just bought. It’s troublesome to understand.
Darren comes in to help with the dinner shift but it’s not
like we need the help. He describes his night last night with the kids at the
strip club in Elizabeth City. He had a complete blast and goes on and on about
how attractive the girls were and this and that.
Me: “Just killin’ money for eye candy.”
...
I’ve been reading Franny and Zooey. I shove the book
across the table and tell him, “Here. Read this section right here. I think
you’ll like it.”
“I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t
you see that? I’m afraid I will compete—that’s what scares me. Just
because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just
because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m
ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an
absolute nobody.”
A real amateur day for deliveries. 16 orders all day long.
That’s half the amount of an average workday. I’m genuinely disappointed. I
mean that’s about a $60 to $70 difference.
Finally leaving the doldrums of work behind and arriving
home.
Vegetable Lo Mein.
Watching Payback (1999).
There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. Everyone’s
meeting up out on the bridge off the abandoned railroad tracks. Instead of
driving I snag Kevin’s road bike and ride into the night to join up with the
kids. It’s slightly chilly and this bike flies like the wind. I cut through
behind the Wawa and follow the traversed path...under the I-264
overpass...through the Hobo Village (embers still smoking from a once lit fire
pit)...a few more walking minutes and I’m there. It’s a good crowd: Anthony,
Kelley, Elliott, James Graves, Darren, Alicia, Nathan, Josh, Richie, Kevin, and
Rigs. Unfortunately, the clouds have taken over the skies and no falling stars
are in sight. But it’s still nice and lively atop this railroad bridge above
the water. Sharing smokes and PBR’s and stories.
Taking our big bunch and joining the hip and semi-hip night
crawlers at Rick’s Café, every native’s stomping grounds after midnight. Our
ruckus and boisterous attitude does not go unnoticed by our fellow patrons.
Endless spitballs and throwing of various sugar packets. The Cream Flip.
Picking on Kevin. Oh yeah, I’m having the time of my life being 28 years old
and acting like a middle schooler. I reinforce the idea out loud, “Welcome to 6th
grade lunch period!”
Back home.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 4:30 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
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