DREAM: ☼ Communist Adoption ☼ “How’s the rest of the family?” I ask. In conversation with Christy McCloud (my old youth leader back in the day) on the sidewalk just outside of some restaurant she started working at. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her in waking life. She seems battered from time. Two boisterous girls drive into the parking lot. They get out of the car, march over to Christy, and begin ridiculing her—talking down to her with such an adolescent attitude. They stop all of a sudden and apologize, “We didn’t mean any of that.” But whatever they said really upset Christy. I see it in her face—she’s about to cry. I walk by the scene with a big pot of water (I told Christy I would boil some eggs for her before we started our trip). Just as I pass one of the mean girls I dump all the water on the top of her head. I’m cursing and yelling at them, “Get the fuck out of here! You think I’m playing?” Banging the pot on the cement as a sign that I’m serious. They scramble into their car. Pretending that I’m about to slam the pot on the window, instead only causing a scrape. Trying to control my anger just a little. I kick the passenger side door creating dents. I realize they’re having a hard time getting the car in reverse. Christy walks over to me but she’s my mom now—and younger. Surprised by my actions, “I didn’t think you had any communist in you?” Because of this unpredictable behavior she says something that insinuates I was adopted when we lived in Germany with my dad. “Yeah your dad didn’t want me to be alone at home with nothing to do while he was at work…so we sponsored you.” I’m speechless and try not to act shocked. Right at that moment a weird version of a black Cadillac pulls up—straight out of a comic book or something. A big black family is riding in it. I see a black midget holding onto the metal bars behind the grill of the car—as if that’s where he always rides when the family goes somewhere.
I can’t even get out of bed till 6ish p.m.
I thought I could get through the rest of this year without getting sick but here I am with a scratchy throat and runny nose.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, and Blueberries. Immune Defense Drink. Ibuprofen.
I miss Ambrotious:
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips and 3 Perogies. Honey Oolong Tea.
Finishing Afterschool [2008]. In the style of Gus Van Sant, this film is powerful in a subtle way.
“This is the most politically charged statement of youth and the present tragedy of their inability to be children, without laying a single hand on the blatant constructs of political commentary.” – taken form IMDB message board.
There’s a rainbow halo around the moon tonight.
Poker with Art, Roma, and James G. Art wins.
My nose is running like crazy.
Eating a Kiwi and sipping on Honey Lemon Mint Tea.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Dinner: Macaroni and Kidney Bean Vegetable Soup. Butternut Squash Soup. Garlic Bread.
Watching Once Fallen [2010].
Uploading a live recording from a Musicplayer show:
Plugging my nose with tissues constantly. I feel useless.
A hot shower is good for the spirits when you’re sick.
Using the Neti-Pot—warm saline solution flowing through the nostrils.
Eating a small bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat Cereal.
Sleep around 8 a.m.
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