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Waking up around 2 p.m.
Peaches and Cantaloupe.
Catching up on writing.
Peanut Butter Toast. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Kombucha Tea.
Learning Ladada bass lines.
Exercising.
Playing basketball.
At the house.
Japanese Style Rice with Edamame, Carrots, and Shrimp Bao.
Watching Nick of Time (1995).
It's Darren's last day here. He comes storming in from his last shift at China Wok in a fury because they kept him later than expected. He has to be in Radford by 7 a.m. so doing the 5-hour drive tonight is the only option. Then he discovers about $20 worth of weed was stolen from his room. Enraged, he shakes the wooden entertainment center, hollering in defiance, causing the mirror to shatter. Kevin tries to help but there's no helping. He needs to just be left alone. I feel bad. This isn't a proper farewell.
He's overwhelmed by the blackness in life and the lack of control he has. I pity these moments he has to deal with. For the next hour I let him vent to me after he calms down a bit. "I hate everything. I hate everything. I hate everything. I hate everything." That's all he can say – his catch phrase. I feel like it doesn't matter where he lives, whether it's this house, Radford, or New York, he'll forever be in an existential crisis. I guess all of us are.
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Before he steps out the door he shakes my hand and says, "Robert, you've been a really good friend." He doesn't say heartwarming things often but when he does it means something.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep just before 5 a.m.
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