Sunday March 11 2012


DREAM: Dustin Kramer, a former roommate, has gathered all of us into a huge hall-like room. He wants to show us a new song idea. He starts drumming away and commentating along the way. I grab a few people including Anthony and jump across the pit in the middle of the room. I hop on another drum kit that has a caved in kick drum. I can only use the snare and hi-hat and make sort of a bossa nova rhythm. I direct someone on bass next to me. The song turns into a piano pop arrangement. Everyone tries to include their instrument appropriately.

Waking up at 11:21 a.m. just before my soothing alarm is about to start.

Orange Juice. Granola Bar.

All day shift at China Wok.

Egg Salad Sandwich. French Fries from Five Guys. Honey Green Tea.

The day drags but soon picks up when the calls start to flood in making dinner time a huge success. I love feeling efficient—planning the route and dividing up the runs accordingly. Each order has a timer in my head helping to decide which one should go first. I have a visual geographical machine built into my brain. After being a deliveryman in Virginia Beach for over two years my map memory has only gotten stronger. At the end of the day I feel strangely if I exist in every corner of the city.


It’s non-stop work the whole night.

Finally off work.

At home eating Tofu and Mixed Vegetables with Garlic Sauce and Rice.

Finishing the Van Damme movie.

Fortune cookie: “One extends one’s limits only by exceeding them.”

I go over to Margot's place...

Watching Street Fighter, Storage Wars, and that hoarding show...

Eating Cookies n Cream Ice Cream with Cookie Dough.


Her: “You're so cute!”

She's a big fan of me trimming my neck beard and keeping my beard trimmed up overall. And so she claims, "That’s why we've been having so much sex lately."

Me: "Is that so?"

Her: "Mmhmm."


Later in bed, preparing to go to sleep. No sex tonight but I sing her a few lullabies my mom used to sing to me when I was little...

"Four little ducks went out to play
over the hills and far away..."

"Hush little baby don't say a word.
Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird..."

Sleep around 3 a.m.

[i] Fragmented map of VB. Image by me.

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