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Driving down the street I spot a gang of pre-teen hoodlums. One of them I notice is riding my mountain bike with the license plates between the spokes. I try to follow and end up hitting the backend of somebody's bike in the process. It's understood there's an older man recruiting kids like these and teaching them to be gangsters, doing things like stealing bikes. I file a lawsuit over the bike and the whole gangster conspiracy. In court I battle with their lawyer. Turns out it's only a small claims case and I'm getting sued $300 for hitting that kid's bike. If I win though I expose the underground pre-teen gangster kids. Oprah Winfrey is the judge. I end up winning the case. Oprah jumps off the pedestal and slips up her dress showing the crowd her underwear. Then she strips down and marches over to me. The crowd is in shock and litter the air with flashes from their cameras. Oprah stands there offering me something out of her hand as a congratulations gift.
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Waking up at about 1 p.m.
Honey Bunches of Oats with Milk. Peaches.
Running errands with Anthony. Hot as balls outside.
Slurping up Watermelon and having a Skype meeting with Danny and Anthony about the movie we're gonna shoot.
Leslie drops by. We haven't really kept in touch much. There's a lot to catch up on. I drive us over to Thai Arroy on Birdneck for an A/C equipped place to chat. I order Thai Tea and Spring Rolls. She explains to me some of the dramatic run-ins with her ex-boyfriend. She's going through a tough transitory period in her life.
On the basketball courts. It's terribly windy causing me to change the direction of my shot aim. Leslie sits on the roof of her car while I shoot around.
There's lively commotion at the house throughout the evening because part of the gang is hitting the road tonight to travel across the country, hang out in California and such, maybe drift down into Mexico.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
I get back home just in time when Ana arrives. There she is squatting on the ground next to her car door gathering all her baking supplies.
"Hey you need some help there ma'am?"
She makes that infamous smile of hers that I adore.
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In the kitchen. While she handles baking the pumpkin muffins I prepare some dinner: Japanese Style Fried Rice with Broccoli. Sipping on a Miller High Life.
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Ana starts asking where certain utensils and things are in the kitchen.
I reply, "Just use your womanly wits! Or intuition I should say."
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Laron is walking around like a zombie, kind of sleepwalking I guess. But then he snaps out of it and describes a dream he just had, "I had this dream...I was with five people and we were walking through the woods. And it was getting creepier and creepier. There were all these creatures with white eyes and weird looking arms. So we kept going and going. Then I opened my eyes. All I knew is that I got home safely but everyone else didn't."
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While indulging in the powdery Pumpkin Muffins the three of us strike up a conversation about religion and fundamentalism.
Later upstairs in my bedroom settling down in the bed, cuddling with Ana, keeping ourselves awake with conversation and sex.
[i] Image by me.
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