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Waking up dark and early. It’s 5:45 a.m. I hear my mom
preparing things in the kitchen – packing Jimmy’s lunch before he gets up and
goes to work.
...
Mom drives me to the Orlando airport.
I’m fed a Peanut Butter Banana Wrap (my mom has fallen in love
with these and professes to eat them almost everyday). Sipping on Orange Juice.
...
At the drop off curb. My mom has terribly sad eyes. She gets
all emotional and says my name is such a way as if she wasn’t prepared for
this.
Mom: “Aww. Robert.”
We share a warm hug, and then another, just in case we never
have the chance again. My mother’s love. It’s permanently marked on my heart.
...
A surprisingly smooth transfer through security.
...
Text messages from mom...
Her: “I am missing you already [sad tear face]”
Me: “I will miss you dear mom. we need this kind of time
together more than once a year.”
Her: “I love you so much...my heart is hurting right
now...missing you.”
Me: “your heart shouldn’t be hurting cause I’m in it.”
In flight. I’m unfortunate to receive the middle seat
between two 40-year old ladies whom are obviously best friends. Despite their
chattiness in the beginning they prove to be polite by showing humorous pity to
my misfortunate. I attempt to sleep here and there but nothing productive comes
of it. But the Biscoff Cookie and some reading time on The Bell Jar seem
more suitable.
...
Arrive in Detroit. Marching through the
concourse...transferring through that same multi-colored tunnel like last time,
obviously to give the effect that one is traveling through a gateway of some
sort.
Egg White and Cheddar Cheese Everything Bagel. Raspberry
Lemonade.
...
Waiting on the floor by the gate to board. The attractive
eye candy that passes by is sometimes very distracting but I’m thankful. Beauty
is to be admired everywhere.
...
I actually catch some Z’s on the flight from Detroit to
Norfolk.
...
Upon arrival I’ve got 10 texts from 10 different people. Good
grief. Darren pulls up in his proud 91’ Cavalier with Kevin in the passenger
seat. I hop in the cramped backseat and listen to them bicker at each other,
competing on who knows more than who. It’s good to be back with my posse...my
boys.
Back home. Two couch surfers are already here, one named
Monika, from Poland, and the other named Monica, American. But I retreat to my
room for an hour nap. Feeling groggy afterwards...
...
But then Kristin shows up...perfect timing. I picked up this
creepy looking doll from a Goodwill in Florida and offer it to her as a gift.
She reacts expectedly, “This is creepy!” and “I wanna dress it up in goth.” She
posts an Instagram photo of it online and oddly enough it turns out to be her
666th upload. !!!
...
We get dinner at Bangkok Garden.
Tofu Pad Thai with Spring Rolls, Ginger Salad, and Thai Tea.
I request adding Snow Peas to the dish.
Her: “I can see you snapping the peas at China Wok,” and
jokingly faux mocks my voice, “I can’t blog about this shit. It’s not
interesting.”
Me: “It’s really not.”
...
I make fun of her obsession with posting so many photos on
Instagram, “Instagram is your crack.”
Back home. Three more couch surfers arrive for the living
room sleepover party. They all take a liking to the punk house environment. One
of them goes by the name of Radar, a modern bohemian hippie sort of fellow.
He’s Monica’s traveling partner. He has a few stories up his sleeve. Both of
them are here waiting to find out about the location for The National Rainbow
Gathering (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Gathering).
The other two surfers are from Germany.
...
Kristin and I resign in my bedroom – enjoying each other’s
company – canoodling and exchanging affection. She gathers herself on top of me
in an all encompassing dominating manner. I love it. I surrender. We kiss. She
touches me. I’m given a lengthy pleasure treatment that results in an explosive
release on her hand. It’s been a while since I’ve felt such intensity in my
orgasm. I’m grateful...
Me: “That was sooooo good.”
Her: “It was just a hand job.”
Me: “Yeah but you don’t understand. I just think about you
being here. It’s that feeling I get off on.”
...
Afterwards, we chill out on the bed and watch a few episodes
of Daria. I sip on a Spring Ale.
...
She naps while I shower and do some chores, and then takes
off. Downstairs, I join the CS crew in conversation. Josiah and Devon are here
too. Everyone seems to get along well together. Snacking on some Cinnamon
Frosted Cake.
...
It’s after midnight. I gather everyone on a trip to The
Friend’s School.
“I’m taking you guys to a magical place.”
There. We shoot hoops and play a game of Knockout. For a
while now they’ve been locking up the rope swing with a pulley system. Between
Radar and I, we figure out how to loosen the wires and unleash the rope. This
inspires much youthful cheer amongst all.
Settling down in my room for sleep at 3:30 a.m.
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