Sunday April 17 2011

Waking up around 4 p.m.

Carmen and Josh are spring-cleaning the house.

Breakfast: Cream of Wheat with Brown Sugar and Milk.

Kevin and I pick up Anthony from the thrift store. We park in the driveway of the potential new house to rent that’s two doors down from us. Darren shows up—the four of us standing there waiting for the owner to meet with us and show the house. A guy in a golf cart pulls up. He asks, “Who’s the guy that I talked to on the phone?” Anthony butts in and introduces himself. The guy immediately recognizes some of us with disdain and says, “I know who you guys are,” and shakes his head and reverses away—signaling for us to leave. I can barely get a word before he dips out, “Wait, what’s the problem?” Apparently, we’ve developed a bad rap on this block and everybody hates us here. I know Kenneth had some issues with the guys that used to live here too, so maybe that’s why he shunned us so fast. Either way, this is complete bullshit. He didn’t even bother to talk with us or find out our story. Was not expecting that at all. It’s a shame because this would’ve been a perfect place to live.

Work at China Wok.

The phone rings at work—Rachel and her father are on the other line to order Chinese food. I talk to her dad briefly, which is strange because of my role as fake dad to Rachel.


Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Darren: “Dude you are serious about your grilled cheeses!”

In the kitchen eating and listening to him rant about the fate of the middle class and how we’re all slaves to America. His little sister and a friend are here, along with a spread of the usual gang.

Elliott pops in.

Carmen’s excited about the mini-egg skillet and how perfect her over-medium egg turned out. [see above photo]

We all head to the basketball courts—getting rowdy—attempting to make shots sitting on the ground.

Peach Apricot Yogurt.

The kids are watching Fantastic Mr. Fox in the living room.

“Where you going , Robert?”

“Where I want to go.”

Visiting the queen at her place. I walk into the den to find Desperate Housewives on the TV.

Me: “Turn that off please. Will you turn that off please?”

She’s distressed about her busy day at work. It’s a nice time though—chatting while I stretch my body out and eat chocolates. Still in her work clothes (jeans and a Harpoon Larry’s T), she changes into something more comfortable. Nuzzling my face in her wondrous bosom. On the couch having sex. We both needed this.

She doesn’t get how I think she’s the most pretty or the most beautiful.

Her: “I’m sure there’s other people out there.”

Me: “No it’s true you’re so beautiful. If Catherine Zeta Jones was standing next you I would say you’re more beautiful.”

Anthony and James are giving me a hard time about my blog.

“How was your time with Margot? Oh, I guess I’ll just read about it tomorrow. [haha]”

“Somewhere between the grilled cheese and the blueberry donut…”

James is pretty drunk and full of spunk right now, dominating the vibe, dancing in the kitchen. He informs me of this theory his dad told him about how the trees themselves have an agenda to kill off the human race.

James: “Have you ever looked at the roots of a tree? There’s no grass!”

He mentions something about the acidity from the leaves preventing the grass from growing and so on. I continue listening. It’s a valid theory in my opinion from everything he’s telling me. His dad is a smart and intuitive man. It reminds me of the plot from M. Night’s The Happening [2008].

Dinner: Soybeans and Rice with Onions and Mixed Vegetables. Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.

Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast AM—the secrets of tabloid journalism.

Eating a Cake Donut and Milk from Wawa.

Arriving at my last stop, Rick’s Café, James and Anthony come running out of nowhere to greet me. Anthony is pretending to be drunk. As we reverse out of the parking lot one of the cop regulars is standing there at the checkout through the window smiling at us.

Back in the house, I discover random dog biscuits scattered throughout the house. Anthony’s explanation is Richie gettin’ live.

In my room.

Me: “Anthony, do you ever stop? Like the energizer bunny, do you ever lose energy?”

I invite Anthony to try the dream tincture I used to take a long time ago for vivid dream enhancement. Just one tablespoon. I warn him of the bad taste but assure him it works.

Anthony: “That is the most horrible thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

Sleep 7 a.m.

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