Saturday February 18 2012


Waking up at 11 a.m.

Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, Blueberries, and Coconut Milk. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Slow but steady afternoon.

Aloe Vera Drink.

Grilled Cheese (Soy) with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Kinder Bueno Chocolate Bar.

Busy day for Chinese food. Non-stop deliveries.

Finally off work...

I made plans to hang out with Margot at her place. But Darren and Kevin threw a party at the house so I stop by to investigate first. Everything seems to be the social norm until I open up my room and find it trashed. Even with the locked door someone found a way to break into it with a butter knife. Mainly it’s just a lot of Sonic stickers placed strategically on the pillows, the ceiling, and a computer monitor...the word “BRO” spelled out on the door, and tissues tossed everywhere. And things rearranged and moved around. An obvious playful prank. Nothing valuable was destroyed. But in the moment I’m livid...yelling at Kevin as he tries to play dumb. The obvious culprit was Josh and I’m sure a few of his minions. He’s a master of disaster and had no problem flipping the house upside down a few months ago. This is just not a good thing to come home to. And to top it off I ran into James Duke on my way in. Of course, he immediately found his way out. Talk about awkward. I exchanged no words with him but his presence was enough to remind me of times better left forgotten about. I leave in an angry fit slamming the doors behind me. This is my home. This is my personal space. Invasion of privacy is a torturous thing.


Retreating to Margot’s place. She has a Chanello’s Pizza ready to consume. I brought Broccoli and Snow Peas to go along with it. Sipping on a Mickey’s and watching Super 8 (2011) together. I’m still upset and she feels a slight coldness emitting from me. I told her what happened.

Her: “I’m just trying to make you happy.”

Me: “I know. I’m still upset. That was my personal space.”

Back home. Talking over things with Darren and Kevin. Darren lost his phone and thinks it got stolen so now he’s angry. What a fuckin’ day it’s been.

Cleaning up the disastrous mess in my room. After I’m done I realize it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be in my head.

Sleep just before 4 a.m.

[i] Lee Misenheimer.

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