Tuesday May 29 2012


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Outside in the Chanticleer parking lot. Sexual tension between me and a fairly pretty girl whose understood to be 13 or 14 years old. We have to keep it secret so we set up camp just outside the front door of one of the apartments that’s vacant. Lying down together inside this kennel made out of black metal piping, similar to that of the loft bed from my bedroom. I use thick comforters and blankets to shelter us and give us privacy but the sheets keep moving and falling over. We’re having sex and doing other things of a sexual nature. I feel guilty because this is illegal but I’m not forcing anything. Across the way I see Kevin looking out of his window curious as to what I’m doing with this young girl. It’s obvious what’s happening. He makes fun of us. It’s a stressful scene for me as I can’t seem to cover our little kennel enough. I notice the ground is wet around our vicinity, from the rain I guess. Then, elderly neighbors come out acting repulsed at the fact we’re camping right outside their front door.

Them: “You can’t do that here!”

Me: “What’s the big deal? We’re not making any noise. This isn’t your property anyway!”

It’s a family of old people. Their faces are permanently painted with disgust. I spot Jeff Bridges standing inside. He makes snarky comments in regard to what’s going on, something about battles in space.  

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Waking up around 1 p.m.

Banana. Coffee.

Trip to the store with Darren and Jenji (our French couch surfer). To Target. We spot an attractive lady with a colorful summer skirt and tan skin.

I turn to Jenji, “There’s always pretty girls in Target. You think we go to the grocery store for groceries?”

Then, to Trader Joe’s. Then, Total Wine for beer.

Double Egg White Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Salsa and Avocado. Raspberry Lemonade.

Watching Humboldt County (2008).

Chocolate Bars.

At the storage unit organizing stuff.

Carrot with Ranch.

Meeting up with Elliott. On bikes. We trek down Laskin, cut through 24th, and arrive at his house on 16th. It’s a perfect night for night riding. His girlfriend Michelle joins us and we explore the oceanfront. The fishing pier. Seeing my old work place at the ice cream shop and chatting with my old boss. Flipper McCoy’s. Riding down the strip. Cutting through the condensed beach house neighborhood on Oceanfront Ave. At 50th. Darren, Devon, and Jenji meet us out on the beach. Lying on our backs and admiring the beach night scenery.

Darren: “Yeah maybe next time we can bring Twister.”

My stomach is growling for food. I leave and ride back to the house, eager to return to the black eyed peas I had slow cooking for the past 4 hours.

Back home. Skippy bestowed upon our kitchen discarded perishables from Trader Joe’s that were going to be thrown out. And now our fridge is full of miscellaneous goodies.

Black-Eyed Peas with Spinach and Rice. 

Watching Pandorum (2009).

I have an upset stomach and don’t know why.

Sleep around 4 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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