[i]Waking up early at 10:20 a.m.
Instant Oatmeal. Orange Juice.
I have to make a court appearance for a “following too
closely” citation from my accident a few months ago. I sit down in the
reverently quiet General District Court, Traffic Room B. They’re just wrapping
up a hearing with a real time offender in an orange jump suit. I await my name
to be called. I’ve got all my insurance papers that prove the other guy I hit
was taken care of. To my understanding the judge will waive the violation if
shown.
Judge: “Mr. James Smith?”
My officer meets me at the bench and, before I even have the
chance to plead my case, says some kind of law term I don’t understand.
The judge turns to me, “Alright. What that means Mr. Smith
is your case is dismissed and you can go about your day.”
Me: “Thank you.”
And that’s that. No points on my record. I didn’t even have
to show the documents I brought. The cop showed me favor. As I’m leaving the
courtroom the police officer gets my attention, “Hey. Did your insurance cover
the other guy’s damages?”
Me: “Oh yeah. That’s what I brought here.”
Officer: “I just didn’t see any reason for a case. That guy
was a jerk.”
Me: “Yeah I know. I appreciate it. Thanks.”
Back home.
Dropping my car off at the shop for an oil change. It’s
gonna be a few hours so I bike back.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Honey Green Tea.
Watching Margin Call (2011).
In touch with Aysena. I scoop her up from Shore Drive and
drive out to Best Buy. She wants a compact digital camera to replace her DSLR
for now until she can get it repaired back in Russia. There. Browsing...then
buying.
...
We finally settle down in my bedroom. Tinkering with the new
camera. It turns out to be a letdown overall. I slither in next to her on the
bed. We meddle in a romantic bliss – kissing and holding – her long black hair
enveloping my vision. Ahhh. I love this. Things progress and it’s just
another sexual memory on our hearts. Using this green minty-flavored-scented
condom I snagged from Kevin last night. It provides a fresh cooling sensation
through out the session. Afterwards, taking snapshots of the scene. I imagine
her lying on a puffy cloud – a beautiful representation of any man’s fantasy.
I’m infatuated.
Me: “You’re bad. You’re bad for me.”
Aysena: “Oh no. I’m good...for everybody.”
Cooking dinner for each other: Barbecue Garlic Salmon with
Broccoli, Mushrooms, Onions, Carrots, and Quinoa, along with a Bohemian Ale.
We get into a discussion on the strangeness of the things
that have brewed between us since the day we met. It’s been in my mind but I
also mention the unfortunate fact that she will be returning to Russia soon to
finish school and then what will happen?
Me: “It’s kind of crazy...this relationship.”
Aysena: “I don’t think so.”
There’s a multitude of little moments where she invades my
space with affection, just a sweetly meeting of our faces – an assault on my
attention that I wouldn’t dare deny. I can only surrender and I love to live in
these feelings.
...
Treating ourselves to dessert at Trader Joe’s: Strawberry Mochi
Ice Cream and Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.
...
Dropping her off at the house on Baltic. She used to live
here and some of her friends are throwing a party because they’re leaving the
country.
Rehearsing at the storage unit – running through a set for
tomorrow’s gig and working out a new melody.
Popcorn. More Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.
Finishing Margin Call (2011).
Sleep 3 a.m.
[i] All images
by me.
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