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DREAM: In the attic, yet it’s bigger and unfamiliar. A lot
of people sitting around. We hear a shuffling sound coming from the intricate
airshaft system above us. I see a big rat crawl out of the shaft and run along
this metal gutter. It gets out and starts walking around. Having a closer look,
it seems more like a possum but also dog-like. I pick him up in order to take
control of the situation. I pet him and rub my head over his back so he knows I’m
not scared. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking about how dirty he might be –
maybe he has diseases like rats do. I’m having a hard time pushing him out the
garage door. He doesn’t want to leave.
3:36 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar,
Blueberries, and Milk. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Biotin.
My parents are in town. Mom and Jimmy stop by the house.
We go outside to the Mulberry Tree. A cute little old black
lady wearing a blue dress is already there with a bowl picking what she can.
Her name is Queenie.
She keeps referring to them as blackberries,
“In Alabama, we call ‘em blackberries!”
Me: “I’m pretty sure they are mulberries.”
I grab a stool to reach higher up in the tree.
An older guy on a bicycle with American flags attached to
the handlebars pulls up to chat with us. He calls them Huckleberries.
Explaining to us what his Daddy told him growing up, “If it don’t come up and
bite cha then you can eat it!”
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Oolong
Tea.
Work at China Wok.
Waiting to turn left at the stoplight on the corner of
Laskin and First Colonial, a black man with a big cyst on his right cheek
approaches my window, “Hey buddy. Can you help me with bus fare?”
I pull 4 quarters out of my Sonic changer and hand it to
him, “Sure. Here’s a dollar.”
“Thank you.”
At a stop sign on the corner of Bay Colony and York, I see a
red brown fox roaming on the road, a few black spots on his fur. He looks very
similar to the red fox we spotted last night at The Cavalier. Margot spots me
in her neighborhood shortly after. We pull off to the side of the street. She’s
upset I didn’t visit her last night at the restaurant.
Me: “Sorry. Stop treating me like a commodity.”
As we hug in the middle of the road, Travis Kesler drives by
with his friend Chase.
Travis: “Are you hanging out tonight?”
Me: “Yeah. Come to the Jewma!
Delivering an order to the Ocean Pine RV Park off Harpers
Road. An older white guy in a black biker shirt meets me at the entrance. He
has a cyst on his right cheek, just like the black man earlier.
I grab Guillem and we go to The Jewish Mother for the Long
Division show.
Eating a Kiwi. Leftover Spanish Omelet and Sugar Snap Peas.
Outside in the smoker’s courtyard, Rachel pulls out an
abnormally large lighter.
Chad and I munch on somebody’s French Fries with Cheese and
Bacon.
Renee is wearing seven mystical looking bracelets on her
left arm.
Margot is scrolling through Facebook statuses on her iPhone.
The girls are dancing, flailing their arms in rhythm, in a
mocking kind of way.
Guillem, in reference to the other band, Augustine: “The
guitarist looks like the president of Catalonia.”
Elliott places his thumbs inside his belt loops and bops
like a cowboy.
Andrew is playing TicTacToe on his iPhone.
I meet three couch surfers outside that needed a place to
sleep for the weekend…Marta from Italy, Nina from Austria, and Ewa from Poland.
After Party at Chad’s place on 54th street.
Food and Beer is in abundance. Leftover from his other room
mates.
Fun with a big cardboard box: sliding down the stairs in a
cardboard box, 2001 reenactment using a piece of cardboard as the
monolith, becoming a Tetris piece.
Swimming in the ocean – skinny-dipping for the first time.
Nudity can be sacred to some.
A few games of Sardines,
the backwards version of Hide and Seek.
I feel tension in the air.
I choose to be a free spirit.
Sipping some Ginger Red and White Tea at home.
Hot shower.
Sleep around 7 a.m.
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