Sunday August 5 2012


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On a road trip – a big carpool of friends. James Graves is driving. We’re returning home, but it’s not the right neighborhood. This place resembles Chanticleer almost exactly until you turn the corner of Reynard. We’re all confused.

Me: “What’s going on here?”

Come to find out James punched in “1486 Taureau court” as opposed to “1435 Taureau court” and so we were taken to a Taureau court in Chesapeake, not in Virginia Beach.

Me: “I can’t believe this. James, you need to confirm with me next time.”

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Waking up at 11:45 a.m.

White Peach. Plums. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Vanilla Almond Granola Bar.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Lentil Snacks. Honey Oolong Tea.

Kristin calls me at random. While delivering I chat with her about religious philosophy, social behavior, and other observations on the mundane things in life. It’s always fun to talk with her when things are light hearted and friendly, without any pressing darkness.

God, it’s such a shitty day. The tips have been overwhelmingly shitty. And I’ve been driving to every part of the city, building up miles like hotcakes.

Amanda and Stephanie show up at random with spritely cheer. They ride around and laugh at almost anything and everything. I’m the grandpa, as usual, with a sarcastically grumpy attitude.


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Waiting for orders at the restaurant.

Panda: “I need to take a nap. Where can I take a nap?”

Me: “There’s a napping station over there on top of the fortune cookie boxes.”

The girls start examining the stickers on my laptop.

Me: “This isn’t a museum!”

Panda: “Oh my gosh, Robert. The whole world is a museum.”

Stef: “Guys have their periods three days out of the month.”

Me: “Where does it say that?

Stef: “Cosmo!”


Stef: “Sex with a philosophical person is like boning a book.”

Panda: “That sounds awesome.”

Everyone leaves and the day dwindles down to a slow muddy pace. I just want to go home. But I’m grateful for Amanda and Stephanie as they assisted in brightening this dull shitty day.

The day continues into the night and it’s all downhill from here...a bloody stress of a massacre in the pulsing veins of my tired brain. This has to be the absolute worse day of work, considering the tips haven’t gotten any better. And to add insult to injury I’ve driven exceptionally more miles and had to work later than usual. Fuck this day. 

Off work. Back home.

Tofu with Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce. Mission St. Blonde Ale.

Watching The Killing Kind (2001).

Fortune cookie says, “If you want the rainbow, you have to tolerate the rain.”

Chocolate Truffle Bar.

I was in somewhat contact with Margot today. I visit her place for a little bit. Things are casual. She’s sick with a stuffy nose. We watch a Chinese-themed film called Snow Flower and the Secret Fan (2011), but only the first 30 minutes.

Back home.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] All images by Stephanie.

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