Sunday May 13 2012


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On the second floor of an auditorium. I’ve been summoned with a group of musicians to play “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen. Amps, microphones, and chairs all set up. We all hum the tune and melody to refresh our knowledge of the song. A vast audience downstairs is waiting for the show to begin.

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Alarm goes off at 11:27 a.m. I want to get up and take a shower but continue to rest my eyes. 15 minutes later I arise.

Quaker Cinnamon Brown Sugar Breakfast Bar. Orange Juice. Peach.

All day shift at China Wok.

Driving down Virginia Beach Blvd I spot a black bird waiting in the middle of the road. I figured some kind of food had sparked his interest. But as I drive by I realize he’s grieving over a lost friend; one of his own is lying dead beside him – a sad slice of life moment.


Double Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.

It’s Mother’s Day so I call up mom and chat for a bit. I plant the bug in her ear about coming down to see her for a few days soon.

The deliveries are slow but steady and eventually rise to the occasion into a dinner rush. I’ve got my iPod serenading my drives. Some Grammatrain, Headphones, Snowden, and Smalltown Poets.

Anthony texts me out of the blue, “I miss rewinding things with you. Literally. Figuratively. For laughs or for insight. You know it was always the same to me.”

The deliveries come to a close. I invite Kristin to hang out towards the end of my shift. We meet back at the house. Sitting down at the wobbly card tables – roommates walking in and out – Darren joins in the conversation and invades the spatial calm as usual with his extreme ideas and witty comments. Kristin opens up a fortune cookie to reveal a hilarious relevance to Darren’s problem, “One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.”


Me: “Oh my gosh! That is too funny.”

Kristin: “Darren, will you please hang this on your mirror or something?”

Tofu with Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce. Bud Light Lime.

My fortune says, “Take your time today so you won’t walk in mud.”

Kristin joins me in my bedroom for an hour or so. Browsing my mini-library and summarizing some of my favorite reads – she insists on borrowing an Anais Nin novel. Lounging in the bed and talking in depth on snippets of life/relationship history – disappointments in ourselves and in lovers whom we wanted to respect but couldn’t – fear of not having the same (shaking off dead water).


I walk her out to the car...

Kristin: “I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Me: “That’s the idea. People should always feel that way.”

Sleep around 3:30 a.m.

[i] Music is real. Photo by Kristin.

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