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With two friends of mine locked inside a large containment facility big enough for very small apartments but enclosed from the outside. We've been put here as punishment or maybe we're hostages. This place was built with limited doors and exits. We discover two guys brewing moonshine behind a few windows. After seeing us they don't seem pleased that we know about their operation. My friends and I are careful not to disturb them further. It's understood the authorities have been notified and they're here to save us. I locate a pressure sealed hatch door and open it up. Outside there's a news camera crew taking pictures and asking me questions. I manage to get away from all the commotion. There's a scramble. And now my prerogative is to avoid the moonshine men who seem to be dead set on finding me now. I run all over the place and eventually end up inside a three-story mall shuffling up and down stairwells and hiding on elevators. The situation is stressful and it never ends...
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Waking up at 10:50 a.m.
Strawberry Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Popped Potato Chips. Honey Black Tea. Maple Leaf Cookies.
It's a crescendo kind of day for deliveries.
Apple. Fiberful Chocolate Peanut Butter and Oats Bar.
I'm in a daze driving around town going from one address to another. Keeping my brain engaged with talk radio.
Off work and back home.
Fried Chicken with Garlic Sauce, Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice.
Watching Captain Phillips (2013).
Nothing unusual going on downstairs, just Darren gulping down his vodka and riling up the atmosphere with his demanding sarcastic demeanor, except he asks for a hug. We lock arms. He's depressed about the love of his life again.
Darren: "Nobody loves me, Robert!"
Me: "That's not true. A lot of people love you."
Sleep 3 a.m.
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