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Waking up just before 1 p.m.
Sesame Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese and Apple Butter. Orange Juice.
Cleaning up the mess downstairs – sweeping and other such chores. Kofi shows up with Cup of Noodles and helps me take out the trash.
Running some errands. Kofi tags along.
Watermelon.
Egg. Creamy Tomato Soup with Croutons.
It's been a week or so since I played basketball and I'm itching to get on the courts. So I head to the ones off First Colonial. A huge game is already being organized by a bunch of guys. All black or Hispanic – I'm the whitest one there. They invite me in. It's full court. 5-on-5. Too many dominating players to compete with – hardcore ballers. I pump up my defense though and rack up a lot of turnovers. It's a very popular part of America's subcultures, this hip-hop-basketball scene – always striving for the top. It becomes apparent that I just stepped into it when I entered this game. Almost immediately there's ego battles between players who are high on themselves. Nothing disrespectful but confrontational nonetheless. We win in the end. I shoot around on a court nearby with a few little kids. It's hard for me to miss. One of the boys notices and asks, "How do you do that?"
"Just keep shootin'. You just keep practicing everyday," I reply. Next court over there's a father coaching his daughter with sternness. I play two 1-on-1 games with the girl. She's obviously an aspiring high school basketball player – with decent skills and moves. While we shuffle around the dad criticizes her constantly. At this point I'm tired out and my right arm is sore so my game isn't at it's best. She wins both games by one point.
At the storage unit practicing with Josiah and Calum. Getting comfortable with the Ladada songs and doing a lot of jamming. Josiah is insistent on just jamming and coming up with new material for the Daytrotter sessions we'll be performing at next week. Classic Josiah to desire ditching already established music projects and seek new avenues.
Me: "We're not driving 15 hours to just have someone record us jamming. We can do that here!"
It's a playful debate with him and I. He just feels like the Ladada songs don't reflect where he's at right now. But art doesn't always have to reflect where the artist is at all times. The art surpasses time and deserves to be shared with other people seeking inspiration.
Back home.
Tilapia with Garlic, Onions, Peppers, Mushrooms, Carrots, and Quinoa-Brown Rice Mix.
Watching The Untouchables (1987).
Downstairs, a band from Brooklyn is lounging in the living room with Laron. They just played a show at The Shaq. Laron takes advantage of the audience and company to share anime shows on the TV.
I joke, "He's really happy you guys are here. Cause if you weren't he would still be doing the same thing, just by himself."
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In the kitchen Kofi is attempting to bake a bunch of food he snagged from his job at The Cavalier.
I joke around, "Welcome to Kofi's Cookin'! Live, right here at 1435!"
There's no oil or butter for him to use so it's all dry baking.
"He'll teach you how to cook ANYTHING with NO OIL or BUTTER!"
Settling down in my room. Finishing the movie.
Sleep at 5 a.m.
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