DREAM: Running through an obstacle course that’s built into urban and natural environments. Conveyor belts...stone walkways...metallic tunnels and corridors...sliding doors. It leads to another world—a dreamland of some kind. There’s others—Rachel, Josh, Jessa, etc... It’s a race. I’m in the lead. I’m barefoot...
Full day shift at China Wok.
Banana. Orange Juice.
This day starts out positive—getting stiffed on the first two deliveries, then receiving a ticket for not coming to a complete halt at a stop sign. I’m not even supposed to be working today.
Peanut Butter Bagel. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.
It’s slow at work...
Organizing—planning—brainstorming.
Prepping the bags.
Applesauce.
I invite Margot to join me on a few delivery runs. She was absolutely hysterical/dramatic last night—and I can’t say it was the worst episode but definitely one that shined an unbearable psychosis. After nights like those I always feel the need to contact her and smooth things over and just tend to her—I’m too empathetic I know but it’s in my character and it can have a positive effect for sensitive times...
She’s in the passenger seat. There’s a focused silence...and then...
Me: “I guess I just want some kind of explanation to why you flipped out.”
Her: “You fucking drive me crazy literally...and you drive me crazy because you make me feel worthless.”
...
She playfully tries to touch my adam’s apple...
Me: “I know you’re trying to touch my adam’s apple and I don’t want you to touch that.”
Her: “But I like to touch your adam’s apple...Whu! I can’t touch a lot of things of yours, Robert, anymore so let me fucking touch your goddamn adam’s apple!”
Me: “You know I don’t like that. It feels weird.”
Her: “Well I can’t touch your pee pee anymore so...”
Me: “I’d rather have you touch my pee pee than my adam’s apple any day!”
...
Sharing Chinese food at the restaurant at the same time my bosses and their cook sit down to have dinner...
Tofu and Mixed Vegetables with Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Back home...the liveness heats up...a huge chunk of our friends already here...we’ve got four couch surfers, Sandy, Oli, Felix, and David, all from Germany in the process of a super long traveling trip...just here for the night. We joke around about Sandy fixing us authentic Belgian waffles since that’s where she’s from. We look up a recipe and do it up in the kitchen using an old waffle maker I found on the street years ago. They turn out wonderful, tasting like funnel cakes with powdered sugar.
Lauren: “These are the most attractive couch surfers we’ve ever had.”
Singing an improvised song on the guitar about waffles—James leads us in verse and Kevin yaps his big boisterous mouth—there’s so much cheer, everyone drunk off Belgian waffles and wine.
...
Stephanie, James, and Josh have occupied my room...
Stef: “Oh my god you have a shark pillow! Did you put that in Margot one time?”
Me: “Oh my gosh, Stef, the questions you ask...”
Josh: “It’s Shargot”
...
Somebody: “Women(s) have needs.”
Sleep 4:45 a.m.
1 comment:
it was to short but it was funny with you... we see us in the world alrighty...
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