Friday March 18 2011

Having a hard time getting into a dream state. But after an hour of being in bed it finally happens.

DREAM: I’m an observer on a beach scene—watching video footage of memories that were never actually filmed—it feels like I’m really there—feeling the ocean breeze and the sand underneath my feet. It’s the 1940’s. I see Jack Keroauc and his friends, Neal Cassady, Allen Ginsberg, and some unfamiliar women. They’re socializing on the back porch of a house. Keroauc runs out onto the sand. All of a sudden an outline of clouds in the sky resembles Keroauc’s face—the eyes glowing a luminescent white. Nobody noticed it in this timeframe except for me. I get the chills because it’s such an eerie moment—I can’t even look at it. It’s as if the sky knew the impact Jack Keroauc would have in the near future of literature—a cosmic foreshadowing. ☼☼☼☼☼ In the middle of the night, Margot and I sneak out of a house. We’re in a black limo having sex. She’s being playful and teasing me at the same time in an unsacred way but still with aims to pleasure ourselves. As we step back through the front door of the house, her mom, Nina, is standing there upset but not really showing that she is. “That young lady is going straight to bed!” Margot climbs the stairwell leaving me in the kitchen with her mother. I notice an unusual stack of coffee mugs in the sink each with homemade butter in them. It’s understood Nina concocted it. She offers a mug for me to take home. Suddenly I’m driving that black limo with Margot in the passenger seat. She has a GPS in hand trying to plug in the address that our client in the backseat needs to be at. I’m cutting a pretty sharp turn and can’t seem to make it—slamming through a fence and streaming over a shallow lake. Everything seems to be fine. I get us back on the road…

Waking up somewhere between 6 and 7 p.m.

Breakfast: Strawberry Yogurt. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.


Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Creamy Tomato Soup. Honey Green Tea.

Search Engine Evaluation.

Running to the ABC store real quick to get Lime Southern Comfort for the queen because she’s stuck at work longer than she thought. I grab a few whiskey samples.

Driving to Norfolk for a night at The Wave—with Margot, Josiah, and Rachel.

Ripping up the dance floor—feeling good—bodies moving—speakers booming—sipping on a PBR.

She’s here with me tonight! I love to watch her dance—the vibrance, the charm--it doesn’t even seem real. Every now and then she dances closer to me—pinning me back against the banister—kissing.

Sharing cloves on the patio.

Margot: “You’re cramping my styleeee!”

After a few hours we retreat to Rick’s Café where James Graves and two of his friends are eating.

Josiah’s purple wig causes some reactions from two older men.

“You look like Walter’s old wife!”


Back at the house—Josiah puts on the Dick Tracy movie.

Eating Fried Eggs over medium, Perogies with Yogurt Dill Dip, and Baby Broccoli.

I tuck her into bed—drinking some delicious cheap Pinot Noir.

Search Engine Evaluation.


Attempting to sleep earlier—joining her in bed. 7 a.m.

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