Saturday September 29 2012


Waking up naturally at 10:56 a.m. before my alarm goes off.

Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

Back to the weekend grind. All day shift at China Wok.

Margot shows up at work demanding an explanation as to why I ignored her stream of phone calls while I was in New York. I don’t know what to say to her. I’m calm but she isn’t. It’s not a good meeting.

Eating a big order of French Fries from Five Guys with Raspberry Lemonade for lunch.

The day continues into the night. It’s fairly busy and the tips are generous.

Back home.

Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli and Rice.

Watching Freedom Writers (2007).

Fortune cookie says, “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”

Getting business done.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

And then the phone rings. I better not ignore Margot this time. I pick up and immediately hear bar sounds in the background. She’s been drinking. [Click] I don’t even acknowledge. But of course she calls back a few minutes later. I answer. Our conversation is just a bunch of bullshit, nothing productive, nothing enlightening, just nothing. She announces she’s coming over.

Me: “No, Margot. I don’t want you over here. I don’t want to see you tonight.”

Her: “I don’t care. I’m already here.”

She starts violently banging on the front door non-stop. The whole house is riled up and at attention. I’m still on the phone with her.

Her: “Let me in! NOW!”

She won’t stop. She’s unstoppable. I stay in my room trying to calm her down. I don’t know why I won’t just go out there and deal with it. Kevin intervenes and cool-headedly explains to Margot that the other roommate is going to call the police and it would be best for her to go home. Somehow this works. She listens to Kevin. Still on the phone with her I notice her flustered voice gets shakier and I hear the tears fall. She’s a wreck. I feel sympathy for her emotional state.


I decide to go out there and tend to her. She sits in her car.

Me: “C’mere. C’mon. Get up. C’mon. Get up.”

I pull her up out of her car and we hug.

Me: “’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

She weeps and weeps. I don’t know what to do. She rants on in a cryptic way. I study her pretty disgruntled bitter face hoping I can find the ultimate reason why she is the way she is. It bothers me that anyone could be such a psychological mess and especially one that I cared about for so long. Is she really that lonely? Are all the guys she’s been talking with really that subpar that she’s running back to me? It would be easy to fall back into place but my heart isn’t open to her anymore.

Me: “This is strange for me. You being here. I’m in a different place now.”

She rants on in a repetitive manner slurring her statements using cheeky words.

Me: “I thought you would’ve grown up by now.”

I start to walk away when I realize the situation is futile.

She yells out, “Robert! Don’t you walk away from me!! I will honk this horn until you come back!!!”

And that’s exactly what she does. I notice a few neighbors open up their windows and stare in astonishment. I can’t wait to get the notice from Chanticleer tomorrow morning that says: Ex-Girlfriend Noise Violation.

Her: “Robert! Get in this car now!”

I continue my path into the house and lock the door behind me. And that’s that. I can’t believe all of that just happened.

I retreat to my room to reflect and sleep at 4 a.m.

[i] The Land of Heart’s Desire.

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