[i]☼ ○ ▬
Out in the middle of a parking lot is my car with all the
windows rolled down, keys still in the ignition, and phone laying in the
mid-console. Some guys are sorting through found items they’re considering to
sell like bicycles, mopeds, and other misc household things. I get distracted
analyzing one of the bicycles and meanwhile I notice one of the dudes sticking
his hands through my car windows and pulling stuff out. I run over and confront
him and find he’s rummaging through my trash bag. I get angry.
Me: “Excuse me? Look, I don’t really care if you want to
have my garbage but you need to ask first! You didn’t even get my permission!”
He doesn’t seem to have any respect for me and neither does
the other man. All of a sudden a gang of middle-aged people are lounging around
inside my car smoking cigarettes and drinking and having a good time. I
confront them in the same way.
▬ ○ ☼
Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Bread. Apple Slices. Orange
Juice.
Skyping with Aysena. It’s nice to see her face on my computer
screen. She’s sad about life. I try to cheer her up and eventually our
conversation gets brighter and more entertaining.
Catching up on writing.
Grilled Cheese with Hummus and Tomato. Sweet Maui Onion
Kettle Cooked Chips with Salsa and Avocado.
Watching Meeting Evil (2012).
Downstairs Tristan and James are trying to learn “GSF”, an
old MxPx song – James on the concertina and Tristan on bass. I do some crunches
on the floor during. Darren, upset about an on going prank war between him and
Kevin, is scheming. His maniacal laughter really enhances the moment when he
takes a can of herring and strategically places it in discreet spots around
Kevin’s room. I try to dissuade him in escalating this mini-war of theirs but
he claims he must show who’s the best.
Me: “It’s just a power game. You obviously didn’t learn
anything from history.”
Sipping on Coffee and continuing this day of writing.
A big, big Salad with an Egg. Then stuffing myself with
Cherry Pie.
Watching Lockout (2012).
Cleaning out space on my computer.
Sleep 4:30 a.m.
[i] Matthew
Divito.
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