[i]Waking up at 12:30 p.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
Having to drive all the way out to the courthouse to file
this warrant in debt so I can set a court date with my former roommate who owes
me money. I should’ve brought my running shoes because I didn’t realize I would
be having to walk back and forth from the post office to the clerks office,
which are at least five blocks apart. The General District Court building is a
maze to begin with. At first I stepped into the wrong clerk office where they
give out marriage licenses and hunting licenses. While waiting behind an eager
couple in line I notice a strangely familiar face behind the counter speaking
with them. Upon first glance I wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But I
distinctly remember this person as being a fellow student I knew from 1st
grade. I even remember having a dream about her where I kissed her in the
hallway. And at that time I was convinced that other people in my dreams were
dreaming the same dream with me. So the next day I came up to her in class and
asked, “So how was it?” but she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. I
learned my lesson. I doubt she would recognize me though and I’m surprised I
even do so I refrain from saying anything. I talk to the other clerk and find
out the small claims division is somewhere else.
...
This whole ordeal costs me about three hours of my day. The
fact that I have to put all this energy into obtaining money that is already
mine is ridiculous, but it will be well worth it in the end I hope.
Back home.
Double Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise, Mustard, Tomato, and
Sprouts. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Pomegranate Ade.
Leslie stops by with a handful of interesting articles from
her family’s past. Flipping through a small calendar where her mother had
written in each date block what she did that day, no elaboration but enough
room to write things like “Bowling with Ralph” or “Called Ivan” or “Rode
carousel – dinner at Shoney’s”. She stays for a long while as we playfully
argue over the incorrect phrases like when people say, “at some point in time,”
which is redundant or when people say, “centered around,” to which they mean
“centered on”. Sharing some of our favorite children’s books. One book in
particular called Where Did I Come From?, contains some comical one
liner illustrations I just couldn’t resist scanning.
Settling down in my room with Coffee and Pumpkin Pie.
...
Tristan and James show up to rehearse their MxPx songs
they’ll be performing for Show N Tell. James is at least 14 minutes late, which
is out of character for him as he’s normally 15 minutes early anywhere.
Butter Lettuce and Cabbage Salad with Black Beans.
Tristan, James, and I head to Norfolk to scope out the
happenings at The Wave. It’s hopping here with a diverse kind. A lot of
familiar faces. Rachel and Wyatt are here. Kristin’s here. God, I haven’t seen
her face in about half a year. A wave of mixed emotions comes over me as I
watch her stride across the dance floor – she doesn’t look any different – those
same looming eyes and pale creamy shoulders – wearing a seductive grin that
seems permanent. Last summer we went at it pretty hard with an intense and
unique relationship. At some point we exchange a quick awkward hi as we pass
each other. Okay. I guess that’s the only appropriate thing to do. Part of me
wanted to approach her and be a little friendlier but she’s glued at the hip to
her friend Abby. This whole thing isn’t too much of a distraction. I enjoy
myself on the dance floor eventually after two $1 PBR’s.
[ii]
This bud of Octavia’s strikes up a conversation about
quantum mechanics and hydro gliders. He seems a little high on something. His
forward attitude and loads of knowledge reminds me of Darren – he could pass
for Darren’s twin but tamer.
“Yeah it’s about finding that one thing you’re passionate
about.”
...
I hitch a ride with Rachel and Wyatt after closing time – I
actually end up driving with Rachel in the passenger seat ranting on and on
with her opinions and thoughts about her social placement and how she doesn’t
give a fuck about what people think cause she’s “ALIVE”. I love her.
Me: “Rachel, have you ever thought about having your own
radio station?”
Cinnamon Raisin English Muffin.
Sleep 4ish a.m.
[i] Taken from Where
Did I Come From?. Illustration by Arthur Robins.
[ii] The Wave.
Image by me.
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