Wednesday November 9 2011

DREAM: I walk into a house where I find Amanda crouched on the ground watching TV and Nicole lounging in the back on a couch working on her laptop. There’s a brown baby grand piano with the lid open. Nicole reassures me I can play it if I want to.

Me: “Really? I can?”

I finish chomping down on this chocolate pastry and make my way to the bench.

Waking up around 1:30 p.m.

Darren comes into my room spouting out his critique on The Land Before Time movies, but also making fun of me...“I fucking hated Land Before Time 3. They should’ve just stopped at 2. Number 3 was a cultural disaster!”

Chocolate filled French Toast. Banana. Persimmons. Orange Juice.

Her: “It was nice talking to you last night but now I feel weaker and my urge to go see you is more prevalent :(”

Me: “I fantasized about you showing up in my room last night.”

Her: “I wish I could just show up but I know I can’t. Robert if you ever decided to be with me again all you would have to do is ask...”


Buying underwear.

A lot of phone conversations with Tim Gault who runs a studio in Hampton and engineered and produced the first Tokyo album—planning on playing some music with him soon.

One with my dad—planning holiday visits...

Me: “Hey Dad. What’s going on?”

Dad: “I’m another day older today...older than yesterday...and I’ll be another day older tomorrow.”


Dad: “Still working the Chinese? And playing music?”

Me: “Yep. Still doing that.”

Dad: “I ain’t seen you on MTV yet.”

Peanut Butter Bagel. Potato Chip Trio. White Peach Tea.

Sphere [1998]. One of my favorite science fiction films.

Mind reading discussions with Josiah.

“...projecting on the sub conscious intercom...”

Vanilla Bean Cookies and Coffee.

Google work.

Poker Night at James Graves’s parents place off Dam Neck.

Sharing pizza and beers. 11 players tonight, the most we’ve ever had. There’s a verbal rowdiness that takes on a permanent presence, mainly because of Darren’s antagonizing manner.

Sharing cloves and cigarettes on the back porch of this quiet as a mouse neighborhood. The cloudy night sky in motion—full moon.

“It’s really quiet here. There’s no street noise. No jet noise. Nobody else around us is hanging out...”

“Cause this is where real adults live...”

The game finalizes with Elisa in second and Art winning first.

This kind of commotion sometimes is too much for my social intake. The noise...the talking...the engagement of minds...I need a break.

Me: “I feel like I’m listening to metal. Like, I just put on a Slayer record and cranked it to 11 and it doesn’t stop.”

James Graves: “at 11:11 am on 11/11/11 what will happen to James Robert Smith?”

Recording at the storage unit.

Trail Mix. Cherrios with Brown Sugar.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

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