[i]Waking up at 11:09 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok. I don’t usually work on Fridays
but Darren asked me to cover for him so he could spend the day fixing his car.
It’s uncomfortably cold out but the sun is blazing enough to
create oven-like warmth inside my car.
Peanut Butter Sandwich. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green
Tea.
The deliveries move slowly.
Oranges.
Researching things and playing poker on my phone during the
down time.
The older I get the more aware I become of the intricate
transparency in other people – how easy it is to read people, to understand
their behavior. While driving around I find myself focusing in on certain
persons in my life, looking past my apparent fondness or lack of fondness in
them, and seeing who they really are.
...
Along with that observation I’ve been noticing the sexual
urges have been more prevalent lately. Not having a girlfriend or lover at hand
is teaching my body great discipline. But really I just feel like an
unsatisfied baby.
Mesquite Almonds.
Elliott and Wesley accompany me on my last delivery for the
night.
I explain, “I’m not a bad delivery guy. I’m a nice guy. You
be nice to me. I’ll be nice to you in return.”
Back home. Unwinding. Chowing down on dinner: Egg, Broccoli,
Snow Peas, and Rice in Brown Sauce.
Watching The Queen of Versailles (2012).
Researching.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Vince
Contarino.
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