Thursday April 26 2012


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On the bottom floor in the lobby of some hospital/school building (a skyscraper in a big city). Two handicap chairs attached to the wall that elevate to any floor you want. I place a bouquet of flowers in one and a picture frame in the other – sending them up. I have a secret meeting planned with a special girl on the roof of this building and carrying around those items would look suspicious. Instead I carry a can of Sprite in my hand occasionally taking a sip. I dart around the corner and hop into an elevator – getting off 4 floors up because that’s the highest this one goes – then onto another system of elevators. I finally reach the top floor where a test is in progress with students. The room is tall and more like an auditorium – a crowd of people sitting down and moving about. I toss the Sprite can into a trash receptacle, as it is useless to me at this point. With a casual attitude I make my way behind the stage – flipping through black curtains – opening the back door that leads out on the roof. I’ve made it. Carefully I scope the area for the girl I’m supposed to meet. A white tour van. Maybe she’s in there? No. All of a sudden a security guard with a dog on a leash approaches my vicinity. He doesn’t notice me yet but the dog has more acute senses. I run and jump off the ledge and attempt to float in mid-air by flapping my arms. The dog begins barking ferociously. I realize I have my own personal dog on a leash. I hold tightly as my dog is in mid-air with me but he does not have the same ability as me to float and his weight is pulling me down. Somehow I manage to land safely back on the ledge. The security guard’s dog continues acting vicious. Slowly but with hesitation I grapple my hands around his head in order to calm him down – petting his head and massaging his ears.

Shhhhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.

It works. He stops barking and a sweet side comes out in him. The security is just a young black kid. There’s no hostility. Other guards and volunteers investigate the commotion but they’re also without hostility. As far as they know I’m just a student that came out for a smoke. I look over the ledge and find another wooden ledge with various silver coins: quarters, dimes, nickels, and 50-cent pieces. I had also dropped a mix CD earlier and noticed it lying there. With the help of my new comrades I hop over the ledge and collect as much as I can. Some of the coins are even pre-stacked as if someone else had attempted to gather them before me. 

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Waking up at 12:42 p.m.

Hot White Green Tea with Honey. Ginger Bread. Banana.


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

Kevin stomps up and down the stairs, then comments to me, “Just as I thought my day couldn’t get any worse I get run over by a helicopter.”

I just look at him and smile. Of course, he’s referring to some video game he was just playing.

He storms off, “All I was trying to do was find the secret car and I get run over by a helicopter. It’s bullshit!”

Editing past blog entries.

Having a semi-distressing conversation with Margot over the phone.

At the gym – running two miles on the treadmill – weight lifting.

As I’m leaving out the door I’m greeted by a friendly neighborhood cat.

Darren hops onto my bed...

Him: “Do you ever just feel like a slave?”

Me: “Yeah you make me feel like one every day.”


He claims I have psychosis similar to the on going joke that Kevin has autism. 

Him: “It’s true.”

Me: “Dude just because I’m weird and quirky doesn’t mean I have psychosis.”

I read aloud the definition of the word, “Psychosis is a loss of contact with reality...”

Him: “Exactly!”

Black Beans with Broccoli, Kale, Mushrooms, Onions, Garlic, and Rice.

Watching Gone (2007).

Margot calls me to pick her up from Harpoon Larry’s. She’s not really drunk but was stranded without her car. I scoop her up and listen to her ramble on about the drama amongst her friends tonight. I take her back to my place. After a humorous relentless fit about wanting pizza she drifts off to sleep like she never even wanted it to begin with.

A small bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat with Milk.

Sleep 3:45 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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