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Set in a dystopian future. I belong to a part of society that's under control of the upper class. They have us divided into teams with different colors. I'm green. I find a safe haven from everything by holing up with this girl. She's not exactly my sexual preference but I decide that if I'm going to survive I have to create a real relationship with this girl. Later on I figure out she's deaf. I get separated from her and my team. I'm on the run. I'm wearing a green shower cap and my yellow striped t-shirt. Somehow I've managed to grab hold of a special taser gun used by the authorities. Exploring the outskirts of my building. Everything is in industrial disarray. Neon lights flicker along the streets. A couple of authority dudes spot me. I run up the fire escape of another building. Upon entering the top floor I discover a pack of vagrant teenagers gathered in a warehouse room. The ground of the room is hardly visible – everybody is perched on slabs of wood and benches hanging that are connected to wires. I pretend to be one of them and try not to stand out. I locate a group of upright pianos and start playing a simple I IV V chord progression in C. Meanwhile, the authorities barge in. Into the corner and underneath a shirt rack I go. I keep my taser gun in hand pretending to be searching along with the authorities. But they find me. I feel a persistent poke on my bum from a pencil. I refuse to turn around. But it's game over for me. One of the authority guys explains how they found me using a GPS locator.
Me: "Can I make a proposition? I'll let you guys take me back in but I don't want to be on the green team anymore. I'll just keep running away and make your job harder."
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Waking up at 10:40 a.m.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.
All day shift at China Wok.
Navel Orange. Banana.
It's a steady afternoon for deliveries.
Dropping by the house for lunch. Didn't realize everybody else had the same idea to eat PB&J's. Both Kevin and Ana eat the sandwiches alongside me.
"It's peanut butter jelly time!"
PB&J. Lentil Chips. Green Tea.
The day turns into night. Elliott drops by sporting an awesome multi-colored jacket with metal clips like a sailor's.
He gets to experience the strangeness of the Super 8 hotel on 17th Street (formerly the Sun and Sand, formerly Palm Grove, and so on – the name of this place changes every couple months). For some reason this hotel attracts the oddest and poorest people. I deliver here at least four separate times today. One of the customers I'm forced to push open the door cause they didn't hear me knock. I find the guy snoring on the floor in between the beds. He apologizes in a thick southern accent and tips well. Later on, a single mother with at least five kids orders. She can barely talk coherently. Upon relinquishing the money she requests for the change back, her change being 11 cents.
Me: "Uh, I don't keep coin change on me."
She looks shocked and confused as if her life depended on that 11 cents.
I add, "Most people usually tip me."
I feel offended and sympathetic at the same as one of her little kids waves her hand at me.
Off work and back home enjoying Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Watching A Most Wanted Man (2014).
I complete part one of cleaning the bathrooms: sinks, countertops, toilets, floor, and mirror. Shower and tub save for tomorrow.
Ginger Pear White Tea.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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