Friday October 21 2011

DREAM: I’m with a few vagrants and escapees. We’re in trouble, only because the government wants us captured for information, not because we’ve done anything wrong. We’re holed up in this house. I peek through the yellow curtains of a window and find that the forces brought in something unimaginable: an enormous transformer that has the power to blow us to smithereens.

“I dream of transformers a lot...” [this is not true]

I warn my crew of people and we immediately dart out the back door and into the woods. Within seconds the house blows up. We continue carefully trekking through the trees. I’m wearing an orange reflector vest. We reach an open field where the police can see us. Some tackle us to the ground. We fight but eventually stop resisting because it’s understood this is part of the plan...

Alarm goes off at 11:06 a.m.

All day shift at China Wok.

Banana. Orange Juice.


Me: “are you home? couch surfers should be there soon.”

Anthony: “No, i’m with phil. we’re learning how to juggle question marks.”

Peanut Butter Bagel. Potato Chip Trio. Pomegranate Cherry Ade.

Anthony’s working at the thrift store today. I imagine he found a significant piece of writing and decided to share via text...

“When a trout rising to a fly gets hooked on a line and finds himself unable to swim about freely, he begins with a fight which results in struggles and splashes and sometimes an escape. Often, of course, the situation is too tough for him. In the same way the human being struggles with his environment and with the hooks that catch him. Sometimes he masters his difficulties; sometimes they are too much for him. His struggles are all that the world sees and it naturally misunderstands them. It is hard for a free fish to understand what is happening to a hooked one.” --Karl A. Menninger

Delivering on Fountain Lake...

Customer: “I’ve never seen a white guy deliver Chinese food.”

Me: “They all say that.”

Him being somewhat of an Asian descent himself he says, “I expected to see my aunt or uncle.”

Me: “What nationality are you?”

Customer: “That’s irrelevant.”

[everybody laughs].

Me: “Good answer. That’s a good answer.”

Steady work day but not as fruitful as others.

Chicken with Mixed Vegetables and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Corralling the whole crew at the house and caravanning to Portsmouth for a house show. This kid Alex has a nice spacious pad in a quiet neighborhood right next to the shipyard—it’s his first time hosting a show here. Mostly a success except for one noise complaint.

Performing a solo Musicplayer set and playing drums in The Vaginasaurs. Also appearing, The Nerdlucks, Rocky, and some other band called Non Violent Crimes.

Having a few beers—playfully being heckled constantly.


Wesley: “So I’ve officially stopped reading your blog...because I want to be able to talk to you and hear about your day in person. It’s so much more genuine.”


“It was a wok to remember!”


On the trip back home...Kevin decides it would be a good idea to reveal his ass to us from James’s car. For the first few seconds I had no understanding of what that was.

Apple Fritter Bread. Milk.

Sleep 4:20 a.m.

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