Wednesday July 25 2012


Waking up at 1:30 p.m.

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


Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Fresh Guacamole. Pomegranate Ade. White Peach.

Watching Shattered (2007).

Phone conversation with Kristin. I’m all ears to her psychological life crisis.

Picking up Aysena from Baltic avenue. I introduce her to Seashore State Park on 64th. The calm sandy shores of Broad Bay. The sun is just setting. We’re able to catch the last bit of its orange glow in the western horizon. Walking down the trail and through the enchanted Spanish moss forest. Photo op near the impressive mangroves. The half moon shining on the lake. She’s foreign company and this is the first time we’ve really hung out. The Russian-English language collision is fun, especially since I’ve been brushing up on my Russian. There’s a good connection and understanding between us.

Vegetarian Chili. Spinach Salad. Squash, Zucchini, and Carrots. PBR.

Darren and I give James Graves a birthday visit at his house in Kempsville.


Sharing Ice Cream Cake.


Darren suggests a way for James to call out of work...

Darren: “You know what I think the best call-in thing is, is diarrhea. Because you don’t really wanna talk about that with someone and I feel like other people don’t wanna talk about it and they don’t want you to tell them that. You know what man, like, I just don’t know how to tell you that I just have not been able to get off the toilet today. And I feel like that’s enough. People are just like they don’t wanna know about how explosive your shits have been. They don’t wanna know the consistency.”

[Explosive laughter is shared]

James: “I’ll take that into consideration.”


Darren: “Not that I’m all about working for the machine but this is two thousand and fucking twelve, man. Leverage your experience and go work for a fucking health insurance company. I hate to be like this cause I don’t believe it but for real, it’s a dog eat dog fuckin’ world out there and if you’re not willing to do it somebody else will and they will do it for a lot less money than you might be willing to do it. And there’s nothing to stop the machine.”


Darren: “I just want to move around Southeast Asia so I could have a bunch of children with random ass women and then hundreds of years later when like scientists are studying genetic trails there’ll be this random anomaly with white person genes like all over the world.”


Me: “And like someone directs a movie about it too a hundred years from now.”

Darren: “Gattaca 2!”


Discussing the increased surveillance over the years since technology has advanced...

Darren: “But yeah but seriously that’s what I think about a lot, just like, getting off the grid and I feel like the only way to do it now is to move to some like ridiculously third world country. For me it’s just more like, how can something non-consequential be manipulated to like fuck you over? Lame where you can find yourself. I just think it’s creepy and it’s not a society that I wanna belong to where you got these crazy fucking sociopaths that just wanna get in everybody else’s business and they’re just tools. They’re just cogs. And I don’t wanna be in a society like that, especially one that’s so, so, so, so, unequal.”


Darren: “Iceland just hired ten bounty hunters to go around the world and find all of the high end financial execs who started the economic crisis in Iceland. How tight of a job would that be? Yeah I fly half way around the world and try and find some billionaire banker and I’m gonna beat his fucking ass with a pipe and then hog tie him and take him back to Iceland and then leave him in a fucking ice cave.

[Shock laughter shared]

Back home. Settling down.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] All photos taken by either Aysena or me.

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