Tuesday June 26 2012


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Down at the bottom of the hill, Skippy, Darren, Kevin, and Richie are shooting guns aiming at glass bottles. Some old man who lives in a farmhouse helps guide them. They’re far in the distance though so they can’t really see me. I notice a giant sea green splotch encrusted on the ground bedside me. Interestingly it matches the color of my t-shirt that I’m wearing now (and that I chose to wear to bed the night before). I run down towards the boys. They’ve decided to move out of Chanticleer and into this old farmhouse instead. It’s supposedly more economically and cheaper. I argue that this place is miles out of the city and wouldn’t be conducive for traveling back and forth.  

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Waking up just before 1 p.m.

Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Almond Milk.

Kristin: “Are you having a Robert recuperation day?”

Me: “that’s a good way to put it.”

It really is one of those days...

Catching up on writing.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.

Watching Sneakers (1992).


Riding my bike up to Elliott’s on 16th street. He’s having You’re Jovian rehearsal. Stephanie shows up and we play our parts on two songs.

Afterwards, I stuff my bike into the trunk of Stephanie’s old yellow Mercedes and we drive back to my house. On the way we catch up on the past few months, the changes in each other’s lives.


Stef: “Robert, what do you do when you’re feeling bad about life?”

Me: “I don’t know. You create a safe world, like a mental escape. That’s what I do.”

At home. Wheeler meets us there. Making dinner for the three of us...

Baked Breaded Cod Fillets with Ketchup. Steamed Broccoli and Red Peppers with Rice. Carrots with Ranch.


Wheeler jets off. Then Stef and I go to the storage space to brush through Vaginasaurs songs. Sipping on Mickey’s. A fun new idea pops up called “Goth Girl”. There’s an excitement shared.


She drops me off.

In the kitchen while snacking on a Peanut Butter Bagel I get into a small debate with Darren that sparks some revelatory thoughts concerning things with Kristin.


I give her a call. At first it’s a normal “how are you” chat but gradually turns into something heavy and critical.


Her: “I hate feeling like the underdog.”


Me: “You want definition. Why do you need so much definition?”


Her: “I’m just in a weird time in my life...a weak time. I’m sorry you had to catch me when I’m fucking lonely and depressed.”


Her: “I’m just so heavy.”

I just want more calm people in my life. But I don’t want to sacrifice deepness for calmness.

[i] You’re Jovian. Images by me.
[ii] Image by Stephanie.

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