Wednesday January 25 2012


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I’m locked away in a maximum-security prison that’s built into a volcanic mountain. They’ve got me cooped up way down at the very bottom. It’s understood to be the lowest environment a human can be and still breathe. My cell is on a ledge and I am forced to feel the piercing heat of the lava river directly in front of me. Images of glowing lava flash through my head like scenes from a film. Something’s happening within the mountain and I watch cliffs crumble into the river. The rest of the crew in this prison is aware and taking precautions. I’m worried I’ll be forgotten. The guard who was personally assigned to watch me at all times has run off. I take on a third person perspective. I’m Mark Wahlberg. I fiddle with some tools lying in a bag nearby and attempt to open the gate. I unlock it just in time as the bulky black guard marches up. The frame switches to me escorting the guard with his hands cuffed behind his back. I meet up with scientists in the foyer who know me and are on my side. They show me to the transformation room. I have to hurry and find a costume and mask so the prison won’t recognize me. Opening and shutting the file cabinets. Black jeans. Purple pants. Each costume has a folder with information on the person you transform into. I finally select one. I run into the bathroom and catch a shot of my face in the mirror. I’m some fat old Indian man. Perfect. I rush downstairs where a briefing is being held on the destruction of the volcano and how we’re going to transport the prisoners and everyone out of here.

My scientist friends warn me about something, “He’s talking about the dunes.”  

The dunes were the place my arch nemesis police lieutenant found me and took me in. He still despises me.

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You were supposed to be spending the night in your brother’s room. I keep sliding my hand across the bedroom door to get your attention because earlier you gave me signs that you wanted to sleep in my room.

Kevin walks by and asks, “Is Gillian sleeping with you? Cause I heard she wants to have sex with you.”

I nonchalantly blow it off, “Um. Yeah I don’t know about that.”

He retreats down the stairs. Later, you enter my room with a mischievous smile on your face. I close and lock the door. We get naked and there’s foreplay. I put on this awkwardly shaped blue condom that isn’t latex but a thread-like material similar to what makes up a book bag. When I enter you from behind I ask if it hurts. You don’t seem to like it. Then I try on a normal latex condom and everything is fine and we continue in pleasure with you in a reverse cowgirl position.

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Waking up somewhere between 11 and noon to the sounds of banging from Chanticleer maintenance people working on a door next to our place. I feel somewhat guilty for the dream I just had.

Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Raisins, Banana, and Milk. Orange Juice. Zinc (50mg).

Phil says he had a dream about me: “I dreamed you organized a month-long woodstock-like festival at a Trashmore-like location and everyone was gradually building the hill into a castle. I was trying to get the ski poles that my mom rented and left there the night before but everyone wanted to talk me into staying and no one could help me.”

Stretching and dancing in my room. Getting the blood flowing to a body lacking in physical activity.

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

Vaginasaurs rehearsal at Stephanie’s house. Running through the set and snacking on Nutella Toast and an Apple.

Then, to Norfolk for the wintery outside show in front of Kelsie’s vintage store, With Lavender and Lace. It’s a good 20 or so people for an audience, a few friends and strangers. Kevin and Richie perform as Playground Run Around, a violin and acoustic guitar duo, an appropriate sound for the cold weather. C.J. Boyd, a solo troubadour impresses us with his melodic bass abilities and looping. Then, I bang on the drums for The Vaginasaurs. We got a fire pit going. Sharing PBR’s and good times. 

Driving back to Virginia Beach. Stephanie in the passenger seat. We strike up a conversation about our former exes and how drawn we still are to them. Sometimes it’s hard to understand the permanence one has in your life. I guess we don’t have to accept it but we choose to keep them in our pocket like a good luck charm.

Back home. Eating dinner at the card table with Darren. Tuna Steak with Broccoli and Onions. Pita and Hummus.

Visiting Margot at her place. She’s still sick and with a persistent runny nose. I bake Blueberry Scones and we compete in Mario Kart. Then, she’s off to bed and I return home.

[i] All images by me.

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