[i]☼ ○ ▬
Involved in a disturbing scenario where a friend of mine is
diagnosed with diabetes, but strangely she got it from having sex with an AIDS
infected partner. Some of us are trying our best to comfort her in bed. Other
people are getting sick.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up around 2 p.m.
Researching. Browsing. Chatting.
Sharing the kitchen with Kevin. Once again, as he does every
day, he gives me a hard time on my selection of lunch.
Kevin: “Let me guess. An egg sandwich!”
Me: “Yeah so what?”
He points to the plastic container of yellow grape tomatoes
I have out and asks, “What is that?”
Me: “Tomatoes!”
Kevin: “That is so hipster.”
Me: “Just because I eat tomatoes with my sandwiches I’m a
hipster?”
...
After I finish preparing lunch Kevin asks with a stupid grin
on his face, “So did you just wake up one day and decide I’m gonna be a hipster
for the next ten years?”
I ignore him.
Kevin: “Seriously. Is that how it happened?”
I continue to ignore him and march upstairs.
Egg Sandwich with Tomatoes and Mayonnaise. Salt n Vinegar
Chips. Mixed Fruit with Vanilla Greek Yogurt. Lemon Water.
Watching Taking Shelter (2011).
I try my hand at poker with sharks at a house off Rosemont.
I went there once before with Art. He’s there with Mike Gombas and a bunch of
other dudes I don’t know well. I make it through the first half but my chips
trickle down after the second half and eventually put me out of the game.
Back home. My jacket is saturated with smoke from the game.
Beans, Tomatoes, Chard Greens, Carrots, and Quinoa with
Asiago Cheese Bread.
At the storage unit tweaking with effects pedals and playing
songs. The temperature outside is relentlessly cold with it only mildly warmer
inside this space. The convection heater I bought last week just isn’t cutting
it. This room has too many openings and drafts.
Home.
Hot Chocolate.
Sleep 5 a.m.
[i] Inverted
Earth.
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