Tuesday February 14 2012


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

All day shift at China Wok.

It’s Valentine’s Day. But here in my car it’s just another day slaying fiery red dragons in Hilltop.

It’s slow for business.

I drop by the house for lunch.

Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Darren is vacuuming and bitching about things as usual...

Darren: “What should I do with my life, Robert?”

Me: “I think you should do something.”

Darren: “Do you think I should take this opportunity to move to Georgia?”

Me: “What? Why Georgia?”

Darren: “Trailer parks.”

My favorite regular, Rob, near Shore Drive calls and places an order. He has me pick up extra stuff for him as he’s a big man with medical disabilities and he can’t leave his house. It’s the usual: a pack of Marlboro Red 100’s and a thing of Colonel’s Pride whiskey. But this time it’s a half-gallon. He persists in talking my head off about his remote controlled helicopters...

Valentine-couples-going-out-to-dinner related traffic is stressing me out. I’m the only driver today and for nighttime. So even though it’s not crazy busy, it is for me as I’m responsible for every single order.

Later, Rob calls again and has me pick up a fifth of whiskey this time...

Me: “Wait, did you drink that whole gallon already?!”

Him: “Yeah!”

Me: “Are you sure you need more?”

Him: “It’ll just be a fifth.”

I can’t believe this guy. How is he even functioning? Part of me feels bad and somewhat an accomplice in his drinking endeavors because if he didn’t have me as his personal delivery boy then he probably wouldn’t be drinking.

The night continues...

Aloe Vera Drink.

Rob calls up the China Wok phone again. He better not be asking for anything else.

Him: “Hey Rob! [he calls me Rob] Hey man.

Me: “What’s going on? We’re really busy right now.”

Him: “Hey look. I was just wondering if you knew of any bitches or whores you can send my way.”

I laugh out loud...

Me: “Uhm. I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can help you out in that way man.”

He’s a riot.

Strawberry Yogurt.

Finally off work. I rush over to Margot’s place with Chinese food and a six-pack of Mickey’s...

Hot and Sour Soup with Spring Rolls and Crab Rangoon.

Sitting around the coffee table with her and Emily, her roommate, making fun of things and talking about love and forgiveness. At one point Margot even sheds a tear because of how in depth the subject matter becomes.

It’s been a week since we’ve had sex but she’s too tired tonight.

Sleep around 2 a.m.

[i] Perry Burge.

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