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[i]☼ ○ ▬
A story of a father’s daughter that has an emotional
instability caused from an inadequate relationship with her father. She lives
in an expensive fancy house but chooses to hustle out on the corner attempting
to hitch hike. I drive by her occasionally entertaining the idea of picking her
up so I can listen to her story and help in any way I can. Somehow I’ve started
a friendship with her father. He wants me to help find her across the field. We
go in search. Marching through the thick grass. Then, a playground. I find her
hiding inside the structure. She knows of me and there’s already an understood
connection that’s half romantic and half altruistic. But she’s got a lot of
inner turmoil that’s hard to crack. We both stay hidden.
I inform her, “Your father is looking for you.”
She replies, “I know.”
“In fact he’s right over there.” I point through the
plastic window at an area where her dad is pacing in the distance and looking
in the opposite direction. I try to encourage her to reach out to him but she
seems reluctant.
Me: “It’s okay. You don’t have to go out there.”
I guess she starts feeling sympathetic for her father having
to be stressed out about her so she decides to go to him, “I can’t leave him
like this.” She runs toward her dad and reconnects in his arms.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up just before 1 p.m.
Skype chat with Aysena.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar
Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Yesterday I got a letter from the producer of Judge Judy,
the infamous court TV show, inviting me to take my small claims case on the
show. I already have a court date set in Virginia Beach next week over my
former roommate’s debt owed to me. But being on Judge Judy the case can be
arbitrated and I can get my money in a timely manner. So I guess we’ll see
about that later.
At the storage unit practicing songs for a gig tomorrow.
Spaghetti with Onions and Puscanetta Sauce. Salad. Garlic
Parmesan Bread.
Watching Red Lights (2012).
Researching...
Sleep around 4 a.m.
[i] Esther Deer
(Princess White Deer). 1927.
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