Friday March 5 2010

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1:22 pm I get up.


Not much ingredients for breakfast so I run to Big Lots and get Paper Towels, Bagels, and Green Tea Ginger Ales. Then to Trader Joe’s for Bananas, Milk, Blueberries, Salt N Vinegar Chips, and two Dollar Beers. I get Rachel Foulke as a cashier again.

“Hey, how you doin?”


Dream: A big U-haul truck. All of the Mae crew. Loading equipment out: amps, drums, guitars, keyboards. All of it looks unfamiliar. Jacob is setting up drums. There’s talk about how long it has been since the band has played together. I give Dave a friendly side hug with both of my arms. There are two people helping us unload. All around us is a huge parking lot with lots of steep hills and cars. I get angry because I forgot my long board. I try to get Jacob’s attention, “Look! This place would be perfect for long boarding.”


Breakfast: Banana, Mini-Bagel with Butter and Apple Butter Spread, Orange Juice, Zinc and Vitamin E.


Music on the painted guitar.


I stretch and exercise while listening to Deerhunter and The Little Ones.


Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato, Baked Lay’s, Red and White Pomegranate Tea.


Work at China Wok. Slow, then furiously busy.


Red Beans and Rice with Broccoli.


Elliott and I take a look at all my drum pieces at the storage unit. He’s going to help fix up my kick drums.


JP shows up at the house unexpectedly. Finally he eats one of the red velvet cupcakes Emily made for him. We chat. We make sounds. We drink tea.


Phil breaks out his Sumi ink and watercolor paint set. JP works on a portrait of Phil. I make something of my own (see above photo).


Art and I play foosball: I win 4. He wins 1.


Conversations on the phone. I feel exasperated and tired. You want me to do something. Energy at a loss. What’s the solution? Make a move? I don’t have feelings? I’m 25 years old and I’m not the commonality. Maybe something’s wrong with me. I’m sorry for your pain. I really am, even if I don’t seem to care. I can only be what my body and brain allow me to be. Maybe next time I’ll be sexually frustrated.


I clean my teeth, then read some of Notebooks of a Naked Youth.


Sleep hopefully around 5:45am.




[i] F. Painting by me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Robert- I am truly facinated by your life.