Wednesday December 21 2011


DREAM: Silvery apartment condo with an LED security enforced glass door. I press a glowing red “4” button to open it up. The mob is after my wife and I. We cheated ourselves out of a deal with them. Inside. We’re safe now. But recalling just a few days ago when they somehow got in before we arrived. I trot around the whole place to make sure they’re not hiding anywhere. There are too many rooms and closets and spaces they could be. At the far end of the loft is a game room where I find family members and friends competing in a game of pool. Hors d'oeuvre spread out on a counter. I grab a crinkle pastry dipped in a berry Jell-O. Everything seems to be jovial on this side of the loft.

Waking up at 1:43 p.m. from a hard sleep.

Instant Maple Brown Sugar Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

Helping Anthony record a harmony part for a new song he’s doing in the bathroom.

Tweaking decorations in the house.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Peacock (2010).

Picking up some cool stuff from the thrift store—touch lamps, books, bread box.

Kmart incompetence.

Fig Bar.

Hanging up sheets in the living room.

There’s a built-in clothes hamper in the hallway upstairs that’s full of random towels and clothes belonging to who knows who. After opening I find the shape of the pile still in tact.

Margot treats me to Bangkok Garden [Bangkokky] as a favor for taking care of her the other night when she was deliriously drunk and threw up...

Eating Chicken Pad Thai and Spring Rolls with Thai Tea.

She pulls out her credit card and says, “Thanks for cleaning up my vom.”

Back home. The cavalry’s here—people use our place as a station of sorts. We’re like TCC: from here, go anywhere.

Showing Nikole, a potential new roommate and friend of Elisa’s, the house.

I drive over to Margot’s place in Bay Colony to make Christmas Cookies, a tradition she has taken a liking to and to which we did together last Christmas…


Then settling down to watch the first of the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie (2011).

Stuffing my face with Cookies and Milk.

Me: “Okay so we made Christmas cookies. Now, we have to make Christmas cookies [emphasis on the cookies]”

She knew what I meant. She hops on top of me and we go at it. This could be the last time we ever get the opportunity to have sex in this den. After it’s over...

Me: “Well that was cute.”

She follows me back to the house and spends the night.

Sleep shortly after 4:30 a.m.

[i] Hamper. Image by me.
[ii] Christmas Cookies. Images by me.

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