Monday December 19 2011


Waking up around 11:16 a.m.

Egg and Cheese Biscuit and Cinnamon Twist from Bojangles. Orange Juice.

The Christmas season makes the traffic in Hilltop even more hellish than normal.

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The sprawl. I’m a slave to it.
Zippered into the cattle.
Engine roaring.
Obstruction after obstruction.
No anger resolution.
Punch the upholstery.
Vocalize my malice.
No difference. It’s over.

Peanut Butter Bagel. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

The sun is such a nuisance.

Busy. Busy. Busy.

No time to sit.

Just another sunlit zoom-zoom day.

Anthony sends me an excerpt through text, “‘My interest in Neal is the interest I might have had in my brother that died when I was five years old to be utterly straight about it. We have a lot of fun together and our lives are fucked up and so there it stands. Do you know how many states we’ve been in together?’ – Jack Kerouac in the original On the Road scroll.”

Me: “thats whats missing in our relationship...we’ve only been in one state together.”

Anthony: “I think we’ve been through enough emotional ones to last awhile.”

Pear. Banana.

Finally off work. It’s 10:30.

Settling down in my room eating Lemon Chicken with Rice and Mixed Vegetables and a Mickey’s.

Watching Last Man Standing (1996).

Scheduling. Organizing. Planning.

Apple Pie. Milk.

Becca is cutting a significant portion of Anthony’s long flowing hair off. After, I invite her up. On the bed, I prop my feet up on her back and we catch up on things, analyzing the people in our lives.

Sleep at some unreasonable hour.

[i] Eden Prairie, Florida. Christoph Gielen.

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