Wednesday August 22 2012


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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