Saturday June 9 2012


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A shootout between me and two menacing conmen. The suspense and nervousness reaches high water during this bloody scene but everything works in my favor and I’m left almost untouched. I’m the more intelligent and superior fighter.

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I’m a main character in some offshoot Narnia-inspired story. It’s understood that Aslan, The Great Lion, and I are longtime friends but haven’t seen each other since a war sprung up across the land. Just behind the perimeter walls I spot Aslan and his cavalry. He runs with incredible speed and force, hops over the walls, and pins me to the ground. It seems his aim is to kill me but maybe his motive is to just prove a point to me, to prove he has the ultimate power. There’s an unfamiliar look in his big lion eyes. I feel he may have become jaded over the years. The whole area has become flooded. Maybe a dam has broke. I climb up this smooth metallic pole. Aslan follows. We both reach the top and he’s reminded of our brotherhood but his anger still shows.

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Alarm goes off at 11:11 a.m.

Instant Brown Sugar Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

Back to the grind at China Wok – working a full day shift.

Slow hot-ass day <\>

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.

Talking on the phone with Kristin for a little bit while delivering a few orders. She summarizes a few highlights of the day, one of them being how she stepped in a wad of gum...

Her: “When’s the last time you stepped in somebody’s gum?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Her: “Exactly!”

The day continues hot as ever.

A customer in Bancroft Hall comments on the tie dye t-shirt I’m wearing, “I like that shirt. It’s so 70’s.”

I can’t resist getting a Cookies n Cream Blizzard from Dairy help me through the last leg of the shift. It’s been ages.

Off work and back home. Couch surfers, roommates, and friends hanging out downstairs.

Hot and Sour Soup. Shrimp Egg Roll. Bud Light Lime.

Fortune cookie says, “The happiest circumstances are close to home.”

I’m persuaded into eating at Rick’s Café with Darren, Devon, and Tara.

Biscuit with Butter and Strawberry Jam will suffice.

Darren dominates the conversation as usual about the fallacies he sees in our society.

After finishing up a rant he asks us, “What do you guys think I’m gonna be like in 30 years?”

Me: “I don’t think we wanna know.”


Me: “Do you think we’ll still be living together in 30 years, like still sharing walls, living the way we do now? I mean, I think we would survive. It’s sustainable.”


I’m feeling tired and out of sync. I notice one of my China Wok regulars nearby. We recognize each other.

Back at the house.

Settling down in my room. Chatting it up with Kristin for a bit. Then to sleep around 3:30 a.m.

[i] Ray Blas.

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