Wednesday May 2 2012


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I’m a part of this super group of heroes who live out their lives like ordinary people but hold on to a secret superpower. We’ve gathered here in this spot in a field. One of the guys is Eddie Murphy but he’s created a holographic double in place of his real self. He stands up and begins the process of whatever we’ve planned to do. He speaks out some memorized lines about the Ukrainian president while a colorful orb of light forms in the center of our space. 

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Waking up just before 1 p.m.

Hot Milk Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Flax Seed, and Banana. Orange Juice.

Cleaning up and organizing a few dead cluttered spaces in the house.

Double Egg and Avocado Bagel with Cheese. Honey Oolong Tea.

Darren and his sister Gillian are here preparing to cook a meal. Gillian and I are forced to listen to Darren rant on about how everything sucks pointing out examples at his job, Applebee’s, where overweight customers gorge themselves with unnecessary amounts of food and drink. His descriptive language is colorful as usual but of course the mood he brings to the table is anything but uplifting.

My nose is beginning to get stuffy and runny.

Spicy Chicken Fajitas. Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole.

Becca comes over to re-shape my head – getting the usual haircut of buzzed sides and back.


The rest of the boys show up for poker night.

I bake up the last of my cookie logs but it isn’t much.

Me: “Alright guys, here’s a math problem for you. If there’s 8 players for poker night and only 12 cookies, how many cookies does each player get if we want to make it equal?”

Someone blurts out, “One and a half!”


The game goes on as usual with the antics of Kevin and Darren picking on each other – lots of sitcom-style comedy and jokes shared. Surprisingly though no one spills a drink. It is usually the tradition.


I’m sick as a dog – having to keep a box of tissues next to my chair. I eat a few more Chicken Fajitas with Fresh Garlic and drink lots of Tea.


Eventually it’s down to Art, Dustin, and myself. Feeling confident I play strong and win the pot.

I try calling Margot around 1:40 a.m. but no answer. I text, “I assume you’re probably out. just sayin hi. I’m not feeling too hot – runny nose and such.”

Eventually I get a hold of her through a phone call. She sounds super drunk – says she’s at home having a “roomie night”. I try to push for a real conversation when she’s done hanging out but it’s futile according to her. She blows me off.

Her: “Look. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Me: “Whatever. Okay.”


Watching I Melt with You (2011).

Sleep 3:30 a.m.  

[i] Japanese Origin. Image source unknown.

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