DREAM: I’ve just walked into a Starbucks to conduct a price audit. All the employees are dressed in thick wooden outfits, almost tree-like. Zoom into a close-up of Rachel standing there with a serious yet playful smile on her face. I can see Mayan glyphs and characters chiseled into the planks of her wooden outfit. All the other friends I was with came in only to get a cup of water and walk out. I feel obligated to buy a coffee drink but don’t. Someone who is supposed to be my father in this story starts a squabble with me. It’s a serious confrontation. I don’t even know what it’s about but we threaten each other in such a way it could mean death to either one of us.
Waking up around 4:30 p.m.
Rachel texted me: “Half the sky was purple and half was gray, you slept through the perfect storm. I’m surprised Kenneth didn’t begin to build an ark! He’s going to start rounding us up 2 by 2.” Oh Rachel. I love the way you think. What’s funny about this is there is a boat in the front yard. Maybe he really tried.
Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.
The queen left a pink Hello Kitty note on my car—it’s soaked from the rain. I peel if off. It reads,
“I LOVE you so much so much!
You’re so cute.
Be mine 4evah.
Ok?
[heart]
Margot
XOXO”
There’s a pleasant attachment to each other, one that’s not unhealthy, at least not that I’m aware of. And it’s comforting to know someone misses you as much as you miss them. Achieving that kind of interconnectedness where you both experience the same level of longing is a wonderful feeling.
Work at China Wok—a fruitful shift for sure.
Rachel: “Working for the Chinese food master of all woks? Who could make you drive around when the sky’s so upset?”
Anthony claims its “Boys Night In” as opposed to a “Girls Night Out”. He writes me a memo with three ideas for a sitcom where him and I have an opportunity to get acquainted. [see above photo]
I discover a clear Ziploc bag of dog shit wrapped in a string hanging on the door knob to my room.
Me: “Kenneth, you weirdo!”
Kenneth: “Yeah, and it’s fresh out of the backyard.”
I think originally he had it on Kyle’s door as punishment for all the poop his dog leaves in the backyard.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Finishing Red Road [2008].
Google work.
Mild impromtu house party. Stretching out in the living room—Anthony and Kevin join me. A girl beats me in a push-up contest—I only get up to 17.
Having a slice of Pizza.
Counting quarters in my room—Erin walks in to chat about life and things and friends and sex. Her behavior and naïve sounding voice can be deceiving to others I think. She’s more self-aware and observant than she seems. Most people are when you really sit down and talk with them.
Erin: “You’ve always intrigued me….You and Margot have always interested me. You two could be in the bathroom arguing and I want to just sit there and listen. You two are very different—she’s like really there and you’re like introspective.”
Me: “We’re an opposites attract that works…if we want it to.”
Anthony: “Did you think to yourself back in like 12th grade, Hmm, I want to have a boarding house 5 or 6 years from now.” I’m starting to enjoy this Anthony character around the house. He’s a good fellow with an explosive sarcastic wit—a good listener too.
Making dinner in the kitchen: Baked Tilapia with Onions, Jasmine Rice, and Broccoli.
Sharing some of the fish with Erin, her stepsister, and a guy who invites to make me Thai food one night.
Newspaper route.
Coast to Coast AM—a man claims to have been visited by mermaids in Florida. They told him the world is going to be covered in water and only a small percentage of mankind will survive. Then they told him to go back to Kentucky where he’s from, start up a Deli and call it “Jesus of Nazareth”. I love Coast to Coast.
Back home, Richie is talking to Kenneth in the kitchen. I fix a bowl of cereal: Cherrios with Strawberries and Brown Sugar. Richie wants to discuss the after-life and other related religious topics. I mention the concept of balance in life and how important that is. He gets excited about that, “Yes! Right on.”
Referring to all the mayhem that goes on at 1623 Richie asks, “Rob, I don’t know how you do it. How do you deal with all this?”
Me: “I don’t. It’s alive on it’s own.”
More Google work.
I love the feeling of a hot shower—that chlorine-free water sifting through the pores of my skin—it’s therapeutic.
Sleep 8:30 a.m.
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