Tuesday August 14 2012


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I’m introduced to a unique automobile owned by a man to whom it’s understood is the only owner of this car. It’s become an attraction here at the beach where it’s parked. I walk up to it. A red Lamborghini station wagon convertible is the only way I know how to describe it. I run my hand across its sleek red finish. There’re at least two extra rows of seats and a baby booster seat in the back. Strangely the driver’s seat is designed to be located directly in the center front row. The steering wheel is flat and horizontal rather than at an angle, similar to that of a bus’s steering wheel. The guy is about to take people for a ride. I’m offered a ride but decline.  

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Waking up around 1:30 p.m.

Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Figs. Orange Juice.

Cleaning up. Doing chores.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Watching God Bless America (2011).

At Whiskey Rob’s house near Shore Drive. He requested a cleaning job like last time, but not as strenuous. Just a good vacuum and steam clean of the carpet, clearing out old food from the fridge, and taking out the trash – about a two-hour job. He rewards me with $70 and a case of Budweisers.


Chugging down a Coconut Water.


Since Aysena lives nearby I stop to visit but only for enough time to share a few stories and kisses.

Back home. Kevin and I cook dinner together. Richie and James Graves are present.

Barbecue Garlic Salmon with Broccoli, Mushrooms, Onions, Peppers, Carrots, and Rice.


Me: “I love eating broccoli because it feels like I’m eating trees.”

James: “What’s the difference between boogers and broccoli?”

Me: “What do you mean?”

James: “Kids don’t eat broccoli.”

Richie: “Nice one, Graves!”

Kevin: “Yeah! Nice one, Graves!”


It’s poker night. Players: Art, Roma, James, Kevin, Richie, Darren, Devon, Calum, and myself. This time Art brought cigars and they mix well with the atmosphere.

Kevin’s glasses are wrapped in duct tape, apparently from an accident last night. This gives us plenty of entertainment material.

Me: “I know we don’t ever take you seriously anyway but with those glasses I definitely can’t now.”


As Kevin shuffles the deck his arms are a split second away from spilling my beer.

Me: “Watch your elbows.”

Kevin: “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

Me: “Your life affects mine, just so you know.”

Kevin: “Touché.”


Bottles are raised as James toasts, “Here’s to childhood memories we never had.”


The flop is revealed and Kevin announces, “You guys are fucked. I’ve got a full house.” But of course there is no possibility for it according to the cards. He’s just being comical.

Art: “You don’t have brain. That’s obvious.”

Kevin: “I have a brain. It’s just turned off, alright? I’ve got to save the battery life.”


Getting frustrated with this game because I seem to have no leverage whatsoever to place bets unless I have a promising hand. But I manage to make it to third place.

Settling down in my room.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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