Sunday June 27 2010

DREAM: Driving in reverse down the dirt road of my Dad’s old neighborhood in Dudley, North Carolina. Trying to back up into his long driveway, which goes down a hill and over a bridge. Finally parking to the right of the house. I see an unfamiliar truck parked to the left of the house. I get out and walk into the backyard – the swinging bench seat still in working condition – little mounds of fire pits lit up in different areas as if we were expecting a bunch of people. Analyzing each fire pit. A few of them have hats on top of coals. In my mind I imagine my Dad knows what he’s doing considering his air force experience. So the hats had some purpose. Another fire pit – small piled wood with what looks like my cellphone sitting on top. I try to lift it out of there but the flames already started consuming it. Brandy, my former step-mom, pulls up in the driveway. I have the urge to hock a loogie so I run into the house and straight into the bathroom. There seems to be other people in a bedroom nearby. I stand in front of the mirror – a small puddle of water collected in the sink. I decide I need to trim my beard because it looks dreadfully uneven. I pick up my Dad’s electric shaver and start to cut. It pulls on my hairs too much so I stop. I continue checking out my hair. I have a strange buzzed hairline that encircles my whole head. I hear my Dad and the others talking in the living room; they’re trying to figure out if I’m here or not.

Near 3:30 p.m. I get out of bed.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Blackcurrant Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Work at China Wok.

A guy is riding slowly in front of me on Virginia Beach Blvd. Directly behind him…I guess he sees my hands go up in a gesture that says, What the beep are you doing? He immediately flicks me off. I finally get around him to make a right in the turn lane; he’s stopping at the light in the straight lane. As I pass him, he seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that his choice of mph affected anyone. With an attitude, he yells out his window something I can’t understand. With my sunglasses on, I just turn and look with no expression and drive on. People take the road way too seriously, myself included.

The sun gets hotter every day. Using a towel to cover up my driving arm and protect it from getting burnt.

Yelling at the sun, “Get out of my face!!!”

At home – trying to repair a dresser someone was throwing out down the block – organizing things.

Dinner: Beer Battered Fish with Tartar Sauce and Malt Vinegar. Jasmine Rice with Onions. Green Beans.

Watching Shutter Island.

Re-listing some items on Craigslist – planning – emailing.

At the storage unit playing bass.

Finish watching Shutter Island.

Sleep 7:15 a.m.

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