[i]Waking up at 11:36 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Mom and Jimmy stop by for a last hurrah before they head off
back to Florida. It’s terribly busy during this hour so I don’t have any time
to sit down with them...just enough time to give my mom one last warm embrace.
Peanut Butter Croissant and English Muffin. Goldfish
Crackers. Honey Green Tea.
I text my mom to tune into the 1920’s network on the radio
cause I thought she’d like the old timey sounds. Entertaining the idea of
learning and performing one of the songs we hear together.
This weather is shockingly nice. 70 degrees in January!
Eating up these Oranges my mom brought me from Florida.
It’s a great day for business too. I hardly have any free
moments to sit down. Just keep moving. Keep driving. Keep knocking. Keep
hustling.
Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in
Garlic Sauce.
Off work.
I meet up with James at Rick’s Café. It’s become a monthly
(or bi-monthly) tradition to have these one-on-one late night meetings. We
share a heavy childhood past and have been through the thick and thin together.
...
James comments on how long it’s been since he’s been to
Rick’s, which we come to find out wasn’t really that long ago, maybe a week or
two, but by his definition is too long.
Me: “It’s like when you have a girlfriend and you have sex
on a regular basis. Going to Rick’s is like your sex. And if you don’t
have Rick’s then you lose your confidence.”
James: “It’s the source of my power.”
...
A while ago Becca had told me she used the word nostalgic to
describe who I was to a friend of hers.
James: “Heh-heh.”
Me: “Yeah and that’s what she used to describe me. I was
thinking about that and I’m almost too nostalgic for my own good. It’s not that
I hold onto things. It’s just—”
James: “You wanna savor it.”
Me: “Yeah! It’s about savoring. I want to savor everything.”
James: “She should’ve used the word savory to describe you.”
[Ha-ha-ha]
...
Helping identifying that timeframe when one is single and
alone.
Me: “You’re in the dark ages. This is what we call the dark
ages.”
We get distracted with the news on the TV about a poodle
shaved in such a way that it frightened an old lady and she informed the police
a lion was on the loose. After laughing that off for a bit...I lift my mug of
decaffeinated Coffee (or brown water as our waitress humorously referred to it
as) and invite James in a toast, “Here’s to the dark ages.” He raises his water
glass in agreement.
[Clink]
Me: “We’ve been here before.”
...
Sharing our worries and concerns about our individual
futures.
James: “It’s my fear of the next steps. Like, if I stay with
GEICO the next steps are like, settling down, and then I’m a slave, and then I
die.”
Me: “You’re just gonna be a speck!”
James: “Maybe I’m just having a pre-mid-life crisis or
something.”
Me: “That’s a good way to put it. I feel like I’m having
that too.”
...
At some point Leslie waltzes in with my pants. She had
offered to mend them about two weeks ago and finally returned them. The real
issue though, at least for me, was her disappearance, which she tends to do
sometimes, like turn off her phone (or at least put it on silent and avoid it
altogether), and tap out from everything. I hadn’t heard from her since then.
She joins us at the table.
Me: “This is the first time I’ve seen you this year!”
...
Leslie: “I’ve decided that my life’s calling is to be a
hermit crab realtor...cause those fuckers are always changing their homes and
somebody’s gotta show them new shells.”
Me: “Wow.”
[Ha-ha]
Back home.
Ciabatta Bread and Chocolates.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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