Saturday October 27 2012

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I’m a part of a basketball game on sand courts located in the middle of the forest. Dribbling the ball proves to be quite difficult. Anthony determines the out-of-bounds. I oppose even having an out-of-bounds because normally when we play street ball there is no out-of-bounds but nobody likes my idea. I get away from the ruckus for a little bit and find myself running barefoot across wet mushy grass and then on a wooden pathway connected to a stranger’s house...

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Waking up at 11:10 a.m.


Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.


All day shift at China Wok.


A slow afternoon.


Egg. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.


The business picks up big time after the rain and wind start up...the beginnings of a hurricane approaching. It’s only a category one where it’s at currently and is determined to change to a mere tropical storm. Hopefully, this will do well for Chinese food; any kind of bad weather that traps people at home usually does.


Today is much more uplifting in profit compared to last weekend’s bust. Back to normal China Wok business.


Delivering one of my last orders of the night to Piper’s Crescent. The customer has fake gel-like blood splotches attached to their front door (it’s close to Halloween). As soon as the door opens I point out to the lady, “You’ve got blood on your door.”

Lady: “Yeah it happens sometimes. It’s a hobby.”

Me: “So when you get bad delivery drivers you just shoot them through the peephole?”

She grins and says, “Yeah but not today.”

In gratefulness I say, “Well thank you for sparing my life.”

Everybody laughs.


Off work and back home.

Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Almonds with Rice. A tad bit of PBR.

Watching Coriolanus (2011).

Fortune cookie says, “Good things will come to you in due course of time.”


It’s 2 in the morning. Despite the harsh weather and the storm to come I suit up in my running shoes and go for a jog around town. The strong gusts of wind only fuel the adrenaline and atmosphere. It feels great. The night’s shadows and solemn light poles guide my lone path.


Chocolate. Milk.


Sleep 4:30 a.m.


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