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I set my alarm for 7 a.m. because I was supposed to work an Edible Arrangements shift from 8 to 12. But I’m just not feeling it whatsoever. I make a conscious decision to fall back to sleep.
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In a kitchen I pull out some leftovers from the fridge and make myself a plate of vegetables and potatoes. But before I even have the chance to zap it in the microwave I turn around and Anthony taxed almost half of the food on my plate. I’m livid and go on a five-minute rant to him...
“What the fuck is your problem? You ate half my plate. Manners. Manners, dude. Didn’t your mom teach you that? Please, thank you, whatever and all that kind of shit.”
He’s very apathetic at first, keeping his mouth shut and watching me freak out.
“All I ask is that you respect me and I’ll respect you in return.”
I seem to have struck a chord. He stands up in front of me. I wrap my right arm around him.
“You’re my friend. You’ve always been a good friend.”
We’re both affected by the warm moment of forgiveness. He’s crying. We hug and slap each other’s backs.
“We’ll always be good friends.”
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Waking back up at 11:35 a.m.
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
The first few hours are a slow as a mug. While prepping the takeout bags I have the opportunity to talk with my mom on the phone without interruption. It’s Mother’s Day. We catch up on our lives from the past month. She’s very happy where she’s at, back in the Bartow house with her friend Myra.
Falafel Wrap with Hummus and Tomatoes. Tortilla Chips with Salsa. Honey Green Tea.
Reading Habibi on the down time.
A customer hands me a wad of dollar bills that seem to have been doused in cologne. Phew. My God. Why?
Dried Apricots.
Elliott drops in to pay his share of the storage unit rent, then rides around with me on a few deliveries.
Off work and back home with a profitable payload.
Fried Shrimp with Garlic Sauce, Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice.
Ana comes over. After chitchatting about our weekend I set up everything for a movie to be watched: the laptop perched on the trashcan with the cooling fan underneath and the separate auxiliary speakers rigged on the loft bed. Putting on All Good Things (2010) and sharing Strawberry Mochi Ice Cream.
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About 40 minutes in we get distracted with affection, which turns into sex. I’m still getting used to her sex language. I think it’s interesting when you come across an uncharted body/soul. There’s so much you don’t know about this creature, how she speaks, how she moves, how she thinks, what makes her feel good. As much as it’s exciting I also feel like I have to be careful and stay open minded.
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The movie continues. Some scenes present a sinister character of Ryan Gosling.
Me: “This isn’t the Ryan Gosling you’re used to, is it?”
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Time for Popcorn and Home Brewed Beer.
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After the movie’s over I flip the lights off and we cuddle in the bed. It’s understood she’ll be sleeping here, as she has to work early in the morning. I can’t help myself; or rather we can’t help ourselves. We need to caress and squeeze as tight as we can.
Sleep at some late hour.
[i] Ikenaga Yasunari.
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