Saturday February 4 2012


Alarm goes off 11 a.m.

All day shift at China Wok.

Egg and Cheese Biscuit from Bojangles. Orange Juice.

As I’m driving around I hear a flap sound coming from outside the car and to my dismay there are two screws lobbed into my tire. Quick fix at BP Auto, free of charge.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Potato Chip Trio. Aloe Vera Drink.

Slow afternoon for deliveries.

Margot texts me...“I need your sex”

Me: “come and get it”

Her: “I can’t :( you’re at work”

Me: “the walk-in fridge or bathroom will work just fine. my bosses wont mind.”

Her: “You’re kidding.”

Blueberries and an Ice Cream Cone.

Night deliveries steady.

Delivering to the Seaside Hotel near 27th and Atlantic. The first floor is an enchanting green house with an assortment of plants. I’ve never visited this old antique hotel. There’s a lot of character embedded in these walls. I run up to the second floor. The lady ordered just under $50 worth of food and asked me to buy her a few packs of cigarettes of a strange brand, Tahoe, which I could only find at Food Lion apparently. I hand over everything and she rewards me with a comforting hug. Her daughter is smiling in the background. I don’t think I’ve ever hugged a customer before, at least one I didn't know.

Bringing home Chinese food, some for me and some for Darren...

Hot and Sour Soup. Shrimp Egg Rolls. Spring Rolls.


My fortune: “Discriminating mind leads you in the proper direction.

Darren’s fortune: “Here we go. Low fat, whole wheat green tea.

Trying to figure out what his could possibly mean...

Me: “It doesn’t make any sense. I don’t think it means anything. You can’t have low fat, whole wheat green tea.”

Darren: “Maybe it’s a satire...on how low fat and whole wheat doesn’t mean anything.”

Sipping on Almond Milk and watching Kick-Ass (2010).

On the phone with Margot. She’s rather upset because I decided to go to my friend’s birthday party last night without really telling her. Apparently when I say that I’m “doing my own thing tonight,” doesn’t mean I can attend such events. I guess she assumed I’d be kicking it by myself at home. But I also knew she had qualms with some people attending the party and so I didn’t invite her nor did I feel like telling her because she’s very talented at guilt tripping me.


Me: “You have so much anger inside of you.”

She’s still at work while she speaks to me, and getting extremely flustered and annoyed because our argument takes unbecoming heights. Uncalled for dramatic statements are made but this is not reality...

Me: “Look, whatever’s happening in your mind right now is not reality. It’s NOT REALITY!”

She hangs up.


I send her an after-text...

“im sorry if i make you feel like all the problems reside with you. however your anger and wrath are terribly difficult for me to handle...i love you of course.”


I doze off for a little bit then she shows up and joins me in slumber around 3:30 a.m.

[i] Untitled #8. Kent Rogowski.

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