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It's understood I have a son. He's about 7 years old and looks exactly like I did at that age. I've even named him Robert. As we're walking through the street in route to home we admire the sunset on the horizon. The vibrant orange and pink hues light up the sky. You can see the sun peaking behind a parking garage. Robert, my son, comments on how it looks like a moon for some reason.
"Yes it's like another planet," I tell him. "Can you see those twinkling lights?"
He seems to be interested in anything space related. All of a sudden a car full of hostile guys pulls up. I immediately shoot and kill all of them before they have the chance to pull out their guns. It's like I have a super ability to predict people's intentions. We continue walking on. A seemingly harmless old lady walks by us but then suddenly pricks Robert's left shoulder with something that I can only assume is meant to harm him. Nobody noticed it except for me. I march up to the lady and demand she explain herself.
"I saw what you did! Who told you to do that to my son?"
When I throw my hands towards her body she pricks my left middle finger suddenly with the same poisonous stuff. Somehow we make it back home. I explain to our friends or roommates what happened. It feels like I'm going to pass out but I never do.
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Waking up at 11 a.m.
I complain to Ana about how whenever I sleep in her bed I dream so deeply and it's hard to wake up at a decent hour.
"My bed is like a cloud," she says. "When you lay down you fall asleep. I've cursed it with sleeping properties."
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Chores.
Playing piano.
Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Oolong Tea.
Watching The Hateful Eight (2015).
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Getting my basketball on for Thursday nights at the Rec.
Maple Mustard Garlic Salmon with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Brown Rice.
Ladada practice at the Tidewater storage unit with Josiah and Bobby. Working out a few new jams.
Playing Super Mario 3.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Katie Mackowick.
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