Thursday July 19 2012


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Traveling with a group of people. It’s understood we’re super heroes of some kind, or maybe just ordinary humans with unique abilities. Another team has challenged us in a battle. It’s not an ordinary battle where there’s hand-to-hand combat but rather a game of wits. It’s almost abstract. At one point I gain a lot of confidence in my mind and gather my team and we pursue a victory. We scramble into our SUV vehicle and leave the scene. 

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Waking up sometime around 1 p.m.

Cinnamon Oatmeal with Brown Sugar, Raisins, and Milk. Orange Juice.

Heading over to the guy on Sykes avenue who put my car back together after the accident. He’s replacing the hood latch. It’s taking a little while. In the meantime I sit in my car in the hot sun waiting...and having an unsettling text conversation with Kristin.

Double Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Lemonade.

I grab Anthony and he joins me for an odd job that Whiskey Rob asked me to do: clean house. We drive over to his house near Shore drive.

Comments in reference to the hottest day.

Anthony: “Today’s a good day to be sticky!”


Anthony: “Phew. It’s hot, yo. I can’t imagine outdoor sex right now.”

Then, he corrects himself, “Well I can cause I said it but...”

Me: “That’s true.”


We arrive. Of course I knew what to expect cause I’ve seen the inside of his place before. He has a roach problem. I start with the kitchen while Anthony helps organize the living room. I feel like I’m on the movie set for Joe’s Apartment (1996). These roaches are everywhere.


My head is littered with thoughts of little roach creatures scurrying...I’m beat. I need to decompress. We settle up the pay and leave but not after a few nostalgic life stories given by Rob.


In reaction to the long-winded conversations that Rob gave I comment, “I can’t take too much of that for too long.”

Anthony: “You have a fragile psyche.”

Me: “That’s true.”

Black Bean Spinach and Corn Salad. Apple Fritter Bread.

Watching Rampart (2011).

At the storage unit practicing a set for a show I’m doing tomorrow.

Feeling strangely alone. Darren and Devon took off for a camping trip in Blacksburg. Anthony spontaneously decides to go somewhere for the weekend. Kevin’s not home. I feel myself drawn to the old...the comfortable...feeling nostalgic. I’m missing. The house doesn’t seem active. And no doubt I’m grateful. Peace and quiet is gold to me. But it’s not normal. As well I’m romantically choice of course. And here I am...all alone. 

Sleep at 4 a.m.

[i] Roach Origami. Robert J. Lang.

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