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I'm connected to this mafia group. We're cooped up inside a big house. I'm delegated to stand guard at the door with a gun in hand. I keep my pistol aimed in the direction it should, but nobody comes. The other guys make fun of me. It's understood I'm somewhat of an amateur in this game of crime.
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Alarm goes off at 11:05 a.m.
Blueberry Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Incredibly humid outside.
Dried Apricots. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.
Preparing the dumpling sauce in little plastic containers.
It's a fairly busy day. Fighting the blaring sun with a towel wrapped around the left side of my body.
Apple.
Darren comes in for the dinner shift. As usual he's apathetic about life.
Him: "I don't care about anything."
Me: "I know."
Off work and back home.
Vegetable Fried Rice with an Egg.
Anthony and the gang are gathered around the table conjuring up a prank to play on Kevin while he's at work. I'm coerced into it. I play my part and talk to Kevin over the phone convincing him that the cops came and arrested Dustin, our couch surfer, and that Ben got drunk and angry and hid a gun in Kevin's room. Being as gullible as he is he rushes on home. To push the prank further we have Ben run out in the street and take Kevin up to his room to grab the hypothetical gun before the cops supposedly search the house. Everyone hides in his room and surprises him with laughter.
Later I go on a solo bike ride around town – sometimes tagging street signs with stickers.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Unreal Tournament.
Sleep 5 a.m.
[i] Woman Street Art. Artist unknown.
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