Monday August 13 2012


Alarm goes off at 11:05 a.m.

Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.


It’s terribly slow at work.


Practicing poker online.

Coconut Water.

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

Talking with Kristin over the phone and eventually she stops by for a visit at The Wok. It’s slow enough to allow some friendly entertainment and interaction.

She uses the term, “bro” in a statement referring to me. Jokingly, I deny the accusation and explain that, “I take my image seriously!”

She comes up with a more accurate description in her eyes, “Dumpster diver hipster collective running singer song writer self sustained nerd.”

Me: “Hahah.”

Kristin: “Oh wait did I just give you a compliment? You seem pleased.”

Me: “You got it. But I haven’t dumpster divin in at least a year. Oh man I miss chatting with you. Forgot how fun it is.”

Belgian Milk Chocolate.

The night dwindles down and I’m off work. As soon as I pull up into 1435’s parking spot a gang of people are hanging out in the front yard. The kids have arrived home from the west coast and they couldn’t do it any other way except through a welcome home shindig. They wrote on the sidewalk in blue chalk, “ROBERT’S BLOG HEADQUARTERS”. I give Anthony and Tristan big bear hugs.


Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Onions with Rice.

Fortune cookie says, “Life must be lived forward, but can only be understood backwards.”

I drive over to Shore Drive to visit with Aysena. The house she’s staying at is on the corner of Hatton Street. Inside are various students from all over the world. Adele, the old lady that owns this place opens up her home every summer to foreign students. I chat with her while sipping on a Mission Street Blonde Ale. She’s a sweet battered woman with a lot of stories to share. I listen. Aysena pulls me aside and introduces me to her housemates. Eventually, we set out for a night beach adventure. A quick stroll across the street and we’re there. Blanket laid out. A bottle of pink Moscato. It’s reverently and uniquely quiet. The sound of jet noise and cars absent. No breeze. Just the faint crash of the ocean water breaking on the shore. Darkness. The twinkling of lights from the stars, the ships, and the bridge tunnel.

Me: “All this is for you. The lights on the Bay Bridge Tunnel. The water. The sand. Oh and there’s fireworks coming. Count down in ten seconds. 10 – 9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1!”

I hop up from the blanket and jump around imitating a display of fireworks with my body – flailing my arms and yelling, “POW. P-P-POW! BOOM. B-B-BOOM!”

She laughs hysterically. I return to our blanket abode. Putting on some dreamy electronic music in the background from my phone.

I admire.

Me: “Your hair is so much hair. You don’t have to wear any clothes. You can just wear your hair.”

Her: “I know.”

Me: “You hair is your dress.”

Me: “I’m so happy. I’m gonna remember this moment...forever.”

Her: “Aha.”

We kiss. We make out. Slurping of tongues. Emphatically touching. It’s passionate. I’m on cloud nine. It’s refreshing, similar to the feeling one gets after finishing an ice cold drink on a hot day. 

Me: “You...are...desirable. You know this word ecstasy?”

Her: “Yeah.”

Me: “That’s what you make me feel.”

The mosquitoes are becoming a nuisance – buzzing in our ears. But nothing can disrupt these pretty moments. She hops on top of me and starts biting my neck. I can’t handle too much of that sensation.

Me: “Ah. Ha. Are you hungry?”

Her: “I’m hungry. I wanna eat you.”


We traverse out to the shore – wading in the water – skipping shells and rocks – impersonating various animals. She takes off her black and white striped top like it’s nothing to be concerned with. Wearing only her shorts and long black hair. I just her standing in the water – night vision – it’s dream candy – like a dream – true beauty. We’re both free spirited.


Me: “I’m a strange person. I’m not normal.”

Her: “I don’t like normal people.”


We return to the blanket. Lying down – exchanging a multitude of kisses – the next level of affection since our last meeting.


She gasps real big and says, “Ohhh! I saw a star was falling!”

Me: “Oh. You saw a falling star!”


Her: “I want to go to there.”

Me: “Go to there? Where?”

She points to the night sky.

Me: “Oh that’s too expensive? I’m sorry. Where? The moon? Venus? Mars? Vega?”

Her: “It’s planet.”

She attempts to pronounce “Venus” but instead it comes out something like, “Venuer”.

Me: “Ah. Venus. In Venus though we cannot live.”

Her: “No. No. I wanna go there.”

Me: “We will explode in like ten seconds.”

Her: “I wanna go there and die!”


It’s time to head back.

Her: “You make my day colorful.”

I go home.

I don’t know why I’m diving into these insatiable feelings with Aysena. I can’t help it. I feel helplessly drawn and attracted. I have no expectations for anything long lasting – just living in the moment...the summer.

Sometime around 4 a.m. sleep.

[i] All images by me.

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