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Attending a gathering where comedians are expected to take the stage. Jackie Chan appears. He pulls out a blunt. As I continue watching him the blunt seems to morph into a handful of wrapped up weed. He lights it up with no intention of smoking it. A police officer nearby nonchalantly walks over with an extinguisher and sprays it till the fire's out. He then arrests Jackie Chan. It's almost as if he knew this would happen and the whole idea was to send a message of some kind to the public.
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Waking up at 11:05 a.m.
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Vitamin C (500 mg).
All day shift at China Wok.
Banana. Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Pretzel Thins. Honey Green Tea.
Stopping by Advanced Auto. I purchase a quart of oil and an air freshener that appealed to me. The total comes out to $11.11. The guy at the register comments, "Oh! eleven eleven."
Me: "Yeah. I used to see that all the time."
Guy: "You should play."
I assumed he meant like the lottery or something.
I accept some Fried White Rice with Egg and Shrimp that Ling offers me.
It hasn't been very profitable. In fact, I've been getting shitty tips and an unwanted amount of stiffs. I'm not very enthusiastic about it, especially after I coincidentally step in dog shit without knowing and discover the smell while I'm driving. However, the girls back at the restaurant have their own way of brightening up my day. They march around dressed in matching butterfly costumes complete with wings strapped on their backs.
Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Granola Bar.
Delivering an order in Harper's Square to a regular customer, one who orders the bare minimum, never tips, and lives significantly far. But I've always held a secret fondness for this black girl. Despite the lack of tip she has this great smile and such a pleasant face. After the transaction I try to say something before she shuts the door...
Me: "Hey I know you've ordered from us before. I just wanna let you know I work for tips."
She smiles and says, "Oh okay. I'll remember for next time."
Me: "Alright. See you later."
Apple.
It's after 10 o'clock. I get a delivery off Great Neck Road almost near Shore Drive. I always remember my old friend Robbie and his parents who lived in this neighborhood. And to my surprise the address on the ticket matches his house. I knock. His mother, along with two excited labs, answers the door. Robbie comes down the stairs. He's looking slim as ever and wearing a Joy Division t-shirt. Then, Kevin walks in.
Me: "Kevin? What are you doing here?"
I know they hang out sometimes. But then I see Steve, who was just working at the restaurant for the dinner shift a few minutes ago.
Me: "My mind is blown."
Off work and back home.
Enjoying Vegetable Lo Mein and Breaking Bad.
Chores.
Milk Chocolate and Hazelnut Bar.
When punching in the numbers from the day's work into the computer I calculate 111 miles driven. Weird. Maybe these 11's are a new wakeup call for me. I used to believe that their repeated appearances meant something.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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