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I've been commissioned to concoct a special alcoholic drink for a rich man. In his backyard I mix sugar and apple cider vinegar in a small bowl with my fingers until it's dissolved but it's proving very difficult. I don't really know what I'm doing. My friend was supposed to do this job but somehow it got passed along to me. The rich man passes by me outside in his bathrobe. I pretend to look like I know what I'm doing.
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Waking up at 11 a.m.
Hot Cinnamon Oatmeal with Banana, Raisins, and Almond Milk.
All day shift at China Wok.
I come back from a delivery to find a little red box on the counter for me. It's obviously from Ana. She pasted a heart-shaped piece of sheet music with the words, "made with love..." written on it. Inside, four homemade chocolate chip cookies. I love her.
Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam Sandwich. Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.
The sunny windy day turns into night – a beautiful evening to deliver. I've got my windows down allowing the fresh breeze to flow freely across my face. It's a steady night for deliveries – racking up the tips.
Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Off work.
I stop by Mike Gombas and Kim Nesemeier's apartment down the street. It's Kim's 30th birthday. Ana's here. I chill for a little while then head home to shower.
Over at Tapped Ana's scheduled to perform a couple songs on the open mic. There's a boisterous bunch at the bar in the back that overpower Ana's singing at times. I can tell this distracts her. Despite, afterwards she gets a wave of compliments from person after person. "That was angelic!" "You have an amazing voice!"
Kevin and his people get up to play a couple songs. As we watch Kevin rip up the violin Jes turns to me and asks, "I don't understand why he doesn't get all the pussy!"
Solo late night bike ride.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
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