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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.
▬ ○ ☼
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.
Banana.
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.”
[Haha]
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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