Waking up at 5:30 p.m.
Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.
Work at China Wok—a lot of people ordering from Shore Drive—too far.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato.
Google work.
Margot wants to go to Wal-Mart for Easter stuff. She gets so excited about things. Browsing through the $5 DVD bin. I find Super Mario Bros. [1993]. She’s been bugging me about ordering that on Netflix for a while. I don’t know why she wants to see that movie. It’s so bad but I guess that’s why it’s so good. I slip the movie underneath my jacket—discreetly making the purchase without her seeing. Walking out to the car, “You just have no clue do you?” In the car, “Here you go.” Her eyes light up but no overly excited scream like I expected.
We arrive back home just in time as the beat kids just got off the China bus from New York. They have stories—Anthony and Kelley getting married, escorts, and being drunk in public are just the few things on the list.
In my room—counting quarters while Margot and I have warm talks about our relationship, where it’s come from, where it is, and where it’s going. She mentions that she forgives me for all the things in the past. I make it clear what that means. “Now obviously I don’t expect you to forget everything. People confuse forgiveness with forgetting. You’re never going to forget. The key is not holding it against the person—not using the person’s wrongs as ammo.”
Dinner: Lentils and Rice with Mixed Vegetables. Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.
Anthony insists on joining me on the paper route.
This dude is “live” so I knew things would be “live” if he came along.
Discussing technology and going against the flow and the Google Generation (always having easy access to information).
Anthony: “Yeah. What are you doing with that time?”
Me: “I think the danger in a Google Generation is we lose our thinking power. We lose our researching power. You find out anything in 5 minutes. There’s something about that physical interaction between two humans, the transaction of information that’s more convincing.”
Anthony: “It’s more rewarding.”
Me: “Technology is supposed to make our lives more convenient but really it’s made it more complex and more stressful.”
Anthony: “When you have 24 hours in a day to fill you really take advantage of it, when there’s nothing else to do but be yourself—how to enjoy where you are.”
Coast to Coast on the radio.
Me: “I love turning on Coast to Coast when I don’t know what they’re talking about. Sometimes it takes 30 minutes.”
Lightly training Anthony as we go along—he helps me load the boxes.
Me: “Sometimes I compete with myself at each stop…..Okay, I’m only shaving like 5 seconds if I go quicker here but if every stop I do the same I can save like 10 minutes or so…”
Anthony: “I think you delight in figures, Robert.”
Me: “Dude, ever since I’ve been doing this job—figures—numbers—efficiency is key!”
Anthony: “Yeah you’re all about that.”
7-11 stop—eating a Blueberry Donut with Milk.
Anthony: “The other day I was thinking, what must it feel like to walk out of a bank after robbing it successfully? Like, after months of planning, what kind of satisfaction must there be?”
Recalling a time when a lady, annoyed by a car parked somewhere inconvenient, was outside the house asking, “Who’s car is that?” Kenneth, standing there on the porch sarcastically shouts out, “Rumpelstiltskin!” For some reason Anthony can’t get over how random and funny that was.
Anthony: “[haha] Like, why did he say that? Oh, Kenneth.”
Back home. I get on the computer for a little bit. I feel overwhelmingly tired all of a sudden, almost like narcolepsy. I can’t type. I can’t fight it. I plop down right on the futon mattress and crash at around 7 a.m.
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