DREAM: Aaron Lachman died. I’m meeting his mother and my mother for lunch in a food court at a mall of some sort. Aaron’s mom doesn’t look familiar and neither does my mom. We’re sitting at a table discussing memories of Aaron. The more and more we talk about him the bigger my sadness grows. Thinking to myself and then muttering out loud, “It’s probably good we stopped hanging out…” otherwise it would be harder to accept because we would be closer as friends. In waking life, we’ve drifted apart only seeing each other on occasion. My dream is relaying an idea that Aaron may be dead to me.
My alarm wakes me up at 12:30ish a.m.
Driving down First Colonial – the days get hotter – an older lady with poofy blonde hair is wobbling down the street with a blue umbrella.
Meeting an old guy named Al at Borders to sell a telescope. I set it up near Laskin Road and we pin point some spots to look at. In the end, he doesn’t buy it because we come to the conclusion he is looking for binoculars instead.
At the post office waiting in line. Two little dark skinned kids twirling themselves around the poles that perimeter the waiting line as if it was a carousel. Noticing how pretty the little girl is and imagining what it would be like to have a daughter of my own. I would cherish her and adore her. The mother is standing there, her long horse-like hair stretching down to her buttocks. I catch a glimpse of her face at some point. What a beautiful family.
Big Lots. Trader Joes.
The subject to a spam email I received today: “Nail her till sunrise”
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.
Chris Cloud comes over to share the first 30 minutes of the Tokyo DVD. We take some notes and conjure up some good ideas to add.
An unexpected visit from Richard.
Practice at the storage unit with Chris.
Later, Kal and I rehearse bass lines at the house over smoothies. Tyler stops by just needing a place with air condition to relax in between places. “Tyler treats this place as if it were a coffee shop.”
Stretching. Exercising. Watching Sherlock Holmes.
Dinner: Beer Battered Cod Fish Fillets. Garlic Sautéed Spinach. Garlic Naan Bread.
She wanted to play tonight. I declined because that wasn’t the deal. But I could feel her disappointment miles away. “On one condition, you have to help me.” She helps me organize and load stuff to the storage unit. At the sight of the van’s headlights, two baby foxes scramble away. Those foxes are you and I. Their drive to play is like our innocent yet uncontrollable drive to make love. I see the headlights up ahead and run away scared to face a risk, a risk that could be detrimental or rather change the future of my thought, the future of my state of sanity. Don’t worry. I’ll be back. The headlights will darken their warning light and we will return to sexual bliss as usual.
Trimming my beard. Shower.
Finishing Sherlock Holmes.
Sleep around 6 a.m.
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