Saturday March 6 2010

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2:55pm I open my eyes. I slept really hard. Deep dreams.


Dream: I’m sitting in my van parked outside an apartment complex where Mike Joyner lives. I see Mike walking towards my van. I’m in the back struggling to change my pants. I have no underwear on and he comes right up to the van. I’m half naked. He seems confused and a little threatened by me being here. I open the back door and we chat. I explain my reason for parking here was because I just had a meeting across the street. Scott Huls is there all of a sudden. Mike offers us these special cigarettes that look just like over-sized pencils. They’re green and blue. You’re supposed to stroke them to make them soft before you light it up. I take a puff of Scott’s pencil through the eraser. I decline to have my own.


Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon and Blueberries, Orange Juice, Zinc and Vitamin B Complex.


I test three TVs I found yesterday, keep one of them, and give the other two to Kenneth.


I stretch to Beethoven.


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


Work at China Wok.

A big church group marches into the restaurant from a charter bus.

Youth group nostalgia.

I can see the boy I’d be best buds with.

I can see the cute unobtainable girl I’d have a crush on.

I see the prissy one, dumb and pretty.

I see the jock/hero, muscular and proud.

All of them, good hearts trapped in a fundamentalist bubble.


Dinner: Red Beans and Rice, Snow Peas, Buttery Lime Mushrooms by Rocky, and Green Tea Ginger Ale.


I prepare Tokyo’s new EP for iTunes and Bandcamp.


Art and I play NBA Jam: I win 3. Art wins 0.

Art and I play Foosball: I win 2. Art wins 1.


Ambrotious draws blood from two noses. Poor JP. Poor Phil. I’ve noticed an amount of bitterness building up in Phil towards Ambrotious over the past week he’s been staying at the house. I hope they can find a common ground soon.


I eat a Cinnamon Bun.


I get fed up and search for the cat’s claw clippers. Instead I use my nail clippers to trim down Ambrotious’s knives. Hopefully this helps protect other people from his ferociousness.


Uuugghhh.


I shower then cool down with an Apricot Ale.


Sleep around 6:20am.




[i] Photo by Bryan Schutmaat.

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