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With my mom attempting to tune up a red beach cruiser bicycle of hers. We're supposed to meet a bunch of friends over in Bay Colony for a late night bike ride. The bike is proving difficult to fix. When I go to pump the tires with air I realize I can't find the PSI number on the tire. For some reason it's really important to me that I pump it with the correct tire pressure. I get a phone call from one of the friends and they've already started without us. The scene switches to a small living room that's been transformed into a pool of water – it's almost like a pond with vegetation growing along the edges but decorated with couches, loveseats, a coffee table, and a rug piece. With my mom and a mix of kids belonging to other people's families. There's also an understanding that we'll all be traveling in this pond/living room hybrid. For some reason I have my gig bag filled with instrument cables, adapters, cords, etc. Some of the stuff fell out into the water. I use a phone light to locate all the little adapter pieces one by one. In the process I come across a dead person's arm sticking out of the dirt under water. I'm not as disgusted as I should be. It's missing the hand and the nub gives me an uncomfortable stinging sensation whenever I touch it. I joke around and try to convince everyone that it's my arm.
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Waking up at 11 a.m. with an old gospel song running in my head bleeding over from the dream, "Do Lord Remember Me".
Honey Crunch n Oats with Vanilla Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
Watermelon.
Just another Saturday at the restaurant. Bagging the crunchy noodles and stocking up the sauces and drinks.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberries.
Driving – driving – driving.
Delivery after delivery.
Banana.
Off work and back home.
Mongolian Chicken with Mixed Vegetables and Rice.
Watching Grand Piano (2013).
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Ian Francis.
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