Sunday July 29 2012


Wake up at 11:35 a.m.

Plums. Almond Yogurt Bar. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Another hot day. Wearing the lightest clothing possible – sleeves rolled up – 50 SPF sunscreen sprayed on my driver’s arm – ready to tackle the fiery furnace.

A busy afternoon for deliveries.

Two Scrambled Eggs. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.

The heat is killing me.

Chugging down on some Coconut Water. 

The day turns into night. I am thankful for the sun’s absence and the moon’s presence.

Back home.

Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice with Almonds. PBR.

The kids are getting ready to embark on a road trip to California: Tristan, James Graves, Anthony, Skippy, and Richie. Bidding them adieu.

Darren, Devon, Gillian, and I meet up with Elliott on 35th and Holly to ride down some hills on his bodgiboard invention. Wipeouts are mandatory but no battle scars.

Back home. Eating food around the card table – Darren and Gillian engaging in a good brother-sister powwow.

Apple Fritter Bread. PBR.


Noodling out a new progression on the piano.

Back in my room, unsure of what to do with myself. Gillian steps in. We had actually planned to hang out as I invited her to the house because I thought there’d be somewhat of a party tonight. But I’m glad there wasn’t. We catch up on our respective life experiences and realizations. There has always been a sexual tension between her and I. With this knowledge we both have the opportunity to take advantage of this shared expression. I’m not seeing anyone. And she’s caught up in a malaise of non-genuine entanglements that lack passion. But this evening offers us anything but lack of passion.

I’m experiencing a lot of urges right now.

I have the condoms ready. I prepare the body kneeling on the chair before me – slipping the dress up and dropping the panties. And so the steamy scene goes. Fans whirring. Blue lights twinkling. Chair rocking. We both finish in sync then lie down in the bed – my body shaking in endorphin shock.

Me: “I really needed that.”

We discover we both share a philosophy of being sensationalists, something that I’ve always identified with.


Somehow, someway, my member is still full force, still active and ready for more action. It pleases her to continue into another session. This one takes time and repetition. I don’t care so much about the orgasm, just the moment and the pleasure. But I finish anyway and so she does too.


Reflecting on the last time we slept together – how foreign and strange it was for me. It was a bad time, a time when I was fresh out of prison. But tonight was redemption. I feel enlightened. I feel refreshed. I feel light as a leaf taking a patient plummet to the ground. 

Good night. 5 a.m.

[i] Kim Herbst.

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