Sunday May 30 2010

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DREAM: It’s late evening. I’m in the big city. Across the street – observing two men going into a porn shop, or maybe a gentlemen’s club. They’re outside now. I approach them, maybe I’m questioning them, or maybe investigating a case involving them. They have wooden sticks and start taunting me by slapping the back of my legs a few times. Their aggression is too much for me to handle. So I try to runaway and attempt dialing 911 with my cell-phone but its complicated – the key guard slows me down; I have to press “OK”, then “CLR”. Only then can I dial anything (which is how my phone really is in waking life). I keep running then stopping, running then stopping, trying to dial, but nothing goes through. I can dial “9” then “1”. But after that, the “1” button stops working. It comes up as “2” or “7”. The men get closer. I’m hurrying through hallways and stairways inside buildings. Finally, I make it through a door behind a building and into an outside courtyard. It’s brighter and seems more like afternoon now. I see a few people sitting at a picnic table. I join them in desperation hoping the men won’t bother me in sight of others. But they never show up. ☼☼☼☼☼ Delivering an order in an apartment complex. Knocking at the door, the lady lets me inside. She has an 8 year-old daughter. The carpet is orange and there is barely anything inside, no clutter, clean and simplistic – a couch near the door and an entertainment center set up. The lady, who is quite large, tells me a story about these kids who steal TV’s on the beach, and some of them get caught, and then shot. Everything that she is telling me shows up on a newsfeed in front of my eyes. I want to compliment the simplicity of her home but she won’t stop talking. We walk outside together and she hands me the cash. Finally I am able to tell her how much I appreciate the lack of clutter in her apartment. She thanks me. 


I wake up at 4:22 p.m.

Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Mulberries, and Milk. Mango Oolong Tea. Zinc and Vitamin E.

Work at China Wok.
Memorial Day Weekend makes it a busy shift.
Getting frustrated driving at the oceanfront.
While reaching over to grab a bag, my hand accidently hits my cell-phone charger that is plugged into the cigarette lighter causing it to snap, break, and fall to the floor.

On the way to Becca’s to get my haircut – scarfing down Vegetable Lo Mein with chopsticks.
Meeting her mother for the first time – getting asked a lot of questions – feeding me a Butterfinger cupcake she made from scratch.
Walking on the pier over a lake in Becca’s neighborhood – Becca is worried about rodents scurrying around her feet, but there are none. The night air is warm and moist – it has a thickness to it.
Me: “I don’t like feeling rushed.”

I left my suitcase in the Mae trailer yesterday. So I stop by there to pick it up.

Dumpster Diving at Trader Joe’s with Margot.
The finds: Sweet Potato Chips, Oriental Rice Crackers, Bread, Lettuce, Carrots, Asian Pears, Avocados, Lemons, Limes, Peppers, Honey Dew Melon, Tomatoes, Grape Juice Boxes, Strawberries, Bananas, Carrot Juice, and a PB&J Chocolate Bar. (see above photo)

Eating an Asian Pear, Strawberries, and a PB&J Chocolate Bar.
The Alien Ants are starting to create trails in the house. 

Cuddling, bodies close – I know this won’t help anything change – I know you think this will make you happy – I know in the end what we do to each other will not benefit either one of us – I also know how good it feels to be inside of you.

I spend hours attempting to transplant and solder the circuit board of my cell-phone charger into the shell of an old car charger. Not a successful endeavor, but nonetheless fun to experiment with.

Sleep around 7:30 a.m.


[i] Image by me.

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