Friday January 14 2011

Just before 5 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.

The Hype Machine’s 2010 Zeitgeist is up. Lots of good albums…!/zeitgeist/2010

I get called into China Wok for half an hour.

Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Starting Christopher Nolan’s Insomnia [2002].

Submitting and organizing songs for music licensing.

Doug and James G. are on the couch watching Back to the Future.

Baking a Chocolate Funfetti Cake.

Angel Graves and a guy friend of hers stop by. She pulls out a small Owl designed case with a miniature set of bowling pins and a miniature bowling ball in it.

I make a comment about a bottle of rum that’s been in the fridge for a few weeks—left from the new years party we had. I ask out loud why rum has always been associated with pirates and seamen of the like. Angel’s friend enlightens me with a gist of the reason why, dealing all the way back to Columbus and how the history of rum has started and ended wars. Wow. “So how exactly do you know so much about this?” Come to find out, he works with wine for a living.

Kenneth pops in. Listening intently to his stories and ravings. Talking about him not having a stable location to live and how that’s affected his well-being and mental health. He’s a true Virginia Beach veteran—knowing his ins and outs on the street—knowing the right people for any kind of job…this guy owes him a favor—he owes that guy a favor—I’ve got a friend who’s an expert in this—and so on and so on. It’s good to know Kenneth.

That cake filled my stomach up plenty along with two glasses of Milk.

Working the newspaper route.

The mains were late arriving at the plant setting back everyone at least an hour. Not good. Standing there in the cold garage room with the others—sharing our grief and complaints with the job.

Eating leftover Pizza and a Hard Boiled Egg with Vitamin Water.

As I’m conducting the route, I discover that someone is stealing from 5 different stops—they’re taking all the papers and the money somehow. Thoroughly frustrated—talking to my boss about it. Even though he assures me I will get credit for the stolen papers, I still come short of making any profit off tonight. This is the only way I get paid, from these vending machines. Ahhhh!. What’s even more disheartening is the fact that I made more money working that half hour at China Wok than I made in the 3 and half hours working this route.

Meeting a guy off North Landing whose selling a Subaru—test-driving it.

Sleep 9 a.m.

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