Thursday March 15 2012


DREAM: I’m standing on the roof of an apartment building and looking across the street at an FBI building. A man exits out of that building and spots me up here. I catch his eye and point down at the ground indicating who he was looking for is down there. He walks across the busy street and it somehow turns into a giant cyborg. He’s about to walk into my building with hostile intent but soon is distracted with another cyborg. They begin quite a monumental brawl. I follow the battle in the streets.

Waking up around 1 p.m.

Peanut Butter Bagel. Orange Juice.

Anthony hasn’t left town yet but I finally get to actually see him. He drops by to get help on a song about the west coast he’s recording. Tracking harmonies in the bathroom.

Kelley comes to pick him up and they take me to get my car. After all the money I’ve put into the car, my mechanic jokes around and says, “You’re pretty much driving a new car!”

Grocery shopping with Darren.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Blue Tortilla Chips with Guacamole. Pomegranate Cherry Ade.

Watching The Lincoln Lawyer (2011).

Meeting up with Anthony and Kelley at the storage unit to track some piano parts for one of Anthony’s songs.

Then at The Friends School we’ve gathered everyone for basketball games and playground shenanigans. It’s a full on reunion of the friends family (or The Hipster Collective Reunion as entitled on Facebook).

Back at the house there’s more socializing and nonsense...

Black Beans and Rice with Broccoli, Mushrooms, Onions, and Peppers.

Me: “Gosh, I love mushrooms.”

Levi and JP brought over a box of bagels taken from one of the nearby bagel places. Later, the Bagel Wars begin. Bagels and other miscellaneous items become projectiles thrown up and down the stairs at full speed. We naturally split up into teams. It’s chaotic. It’s mayhem. We’re completely carefree again now that our live facilitator, Anthony, has returned. A cleanup crew will be needed later.

After all is said and done I resign to my room. Talking on the phone with Margot. There’s a bitter taste on our tongues from the other night.


Her: “We just don’t work, Robert. I don’t fit in your life anymore.”


Me: “What do you think is best?”


The inevitable closure is a scary thing. I’m just so tired. Will I really be happy without her? Or will I just be missing?


Me: “I’m too sentimental and soft.”


After the conversation she sends me a text...

“Please don’t leave me again. I love you more than anything. I’m your kitty remember?”

Sleep at some late hour.

[i] All images by me.

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