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I sneak into a Lowe's warehouse store. It's understood that it's closed but as soon as I jump behind the counter to steal something the lights flicker on. Apparently, it's open now because I spot customers strolling around with shopping carts. I'm with three other people, Darren, Sasha, and a guy I don't recognize. We sit down at a café area. I attempt to cut a piece of thin cardboard on the table using a box cutter.
The guy I don't recognize protests, "You're doing it all wrong! Use the red line."
I retort, "There is no red line! Just watch. I'll do it right."
Darren interjects, "Don't treat me like a second rate honey bag!"
The lady sitting at the table over from us laughs. It doesn't make any sense what Darren said but within this dream scene it's understood to be clever.
He adds, "I ain't no Nefari."
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Waking up at 11 a.m.
Instant Oatmeal. Coffee with Brown Sugar and Irish Cream.
All day shift at China Wok.
The fire inspector is here to make sure the restaurant's hoods and vents are being cleaned on a regular basis, and that we have all the extinguishers in working order. Cecily talks with the inspector up at the counter. While I'm bagging the fried noodles at the expediting counter I notice something brush by my leg. It looked like a tail. I check under the fridge and there he is, his tiny black eye staring right at me with fear. I make it known to Cecily and Ming. We try to trap him but he escapes behind the freezer. With some maneuvering we manage to get him out. Ming is adamant about swatting him heavily with the broom. I can't stop it. I would have preferred to catch the thing and free him outside. But they seem to think it'd be too difficult to catch. I sweep him up into the dustpan. He's still breathing and in a vegetative state. Nothing about this feels good. He's not going to survive. I can't just leave him like this. The damage has already been done and he's going to die a slow death. It would be tortuous for him if I just let him lie out here by the dumpster in pain. As violent as it may seem I take a brick to his head, putting him out of his misery. What else could I do? A hint of blackness sinks into my heart.
PB&J. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Strawberry Kombucha Tea.
September has been a very slow month for business. Today has to be the worst of it. Ling is sitting by the computer snacking on Oreo's and I'm sitting at my computer reading an article about a community raping in Bolivia.
Apple.
The nighttime deliveries don't get any better.
Chowing down on Sasha's Homemade Stew with Rice.
Leslie stops in to visit. She insists on playing Hangman. While in the car I mention my thoughts on seeking out a new career. I feel I could be making more money doing something else using my skill set. I consider teaching piano lessons again, something I did very well a long time ago.
Back home.
Pumpkin Toaster Pastries. Kinder Chocolate. Milk.
Kevin's having a Twilight Zone viewing in his room.
At the storage unit practicing songs.
Watching After Earth (2013).
Sleep 4:30 a.m.
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