[i]☼ ○ ▬
On tour in an exotic landscape. It feels like we’re at the
bottom of South America. It’s such a beautiful sight, the mountainous terrain
and rocky beach. Down by the water is a horse stable. Inside I catch eyes with
a mysterious red buffalo. We stare for a long time. Then he’s taken somewhere.
I try to maintain eye contact as he’s escorted off.
▬ ○ ☼
Getting out of bed at 12:37 p.m.
Strawberries. Orange Juice. Banana.
Meeting with Carl Capo at his house to discuss working
together in music lessons as he teaches guitar and I can teach piano. I used to
teach a few years back and have decided to spark up some part-time income with
it again. Carl has a decent music room there so in exchange for using the space
I would help market and bring in students. We sit around and mostly talk about
car troubles and movies for a good while.
Dropping off our old dryer to the salvage yard for scrap
metal. They give me $8 for it. Come to find out they even accept aluminum. I’ll
probably start collecting the aluminum cans we accumulate at the house and
bring it here.
Back home.
English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Goldfish Crackers. Honey
Oolong Tea.
Skype chat with Aysena – a much brighter and happier
conversation. None of her roommates are there so we have the opportunity to
engage in a more private conversation. I can’t stop smiling at her – she has
this warm hypnotizing effect on my senses – I just watch her. We laugh and talk
about my plans to come there in April. Her mother will be visiting her soon and
bring her along to Dubai for a vacation. It’s funny because my mom will be
visiting me here around the same time.
Before we end the cyber meeting she tells me, “I’m kissing
you everywhere...every...every centimeter you have.”
I giggle and inform her, “I have a thousand centimeters.”
“Oh then a thousand times,” she says.
Running on the treadmill at the clubhouse for a few miles.
Black Beans with Mixed Vegetables and Rice.
Picking up an armoire from Maxwell – he’s giving it away.
Practicing with Stephanie at the storage unit – reviving
Vaginasaurs songs – it’s been quite a long time since we’ve played these tunes.
Pumpkin Pie. Milk.
Clearing out a cluttered space in my bedroom and replacing
it with this newly acquired armoire. There’s a slew of Kevin’s friends
downstairs drinking and playing beer pong. Tristan stands guard by my door
offering company and conversation while I rearrange all this stuff.
Popcorn. PBR.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Red Buffalo.
Jeffrey Brian Fisher.
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