Friday August 27 2010



DREAM: Riding my bike down the street somewhere at night. I enter the courthouse district, which is supposed to be a shady area. I make u-turn near some trees. I notice a young black man is standing behind me now. I sense danger, but keep riding slowly. Every time I look back he’s closer to me. I pedal faster down the road, swerving to the left and right because he’s shooting at me now, or at least I’m scared he will. I finally make it to the house. Show N Tell is happening—people are gradually pouring in. Analyzing the dry erase board. Someone crunched up the chalk on the coffee table into chalk dust and molded various grooves and structures onto the board. One looks like a pyramid—I touch it softly and notice dust start to fall off. It looks quite impressive.


2:40 p.m. I get out of bed to sell a road bike to a craigslist customer.


Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Banana. Orange Juice. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.


Bank.


Organizing.


Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Vanilla Yogurt with Raspberries.

Watching Cry-Baby [1990].


Emily is experiencing what it feels like to be a girlfriend.


Work at China Wok for two hours.


Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein. Eating it on the porch with the pre-showntell crowd.

8th SHOW N TELL NIGHT at 1623.

Thoroughly enjoying the camaraderie of the people, the music, and the chaos.

Ramona gives me some champagne.

Eventually, I corral everyone to the basketball courts. Lining up and coaching them how to play Shoot Out. People slowly trickle to the baseball benches nearby—they’re singing and chanting. Meeting Teresa, whose from southern California and works on the Dam Neck base. Talking to her about local culture in Virginia Beach and how I feel like what we’re doing here at the house helps keep the community alive. I’m satisfied with the friends I have and the kingdom that’s been created around me.


Eating a slice of Pizza that Elliott bought and a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat Cereal.


Sitting on the futon in the show room watching the crowd mellow down. I’m surrounded by such beautiful people. Doug and Jose are sharing different musical discoveries on the desktop computer. Louis has his pants off—dancing with Erin with such abandon.


Finally, I’m alone.

Cleaning up around the house.


Now I can sleep…5:30 a.m.

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