[i]Waking up at 11:35 a.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastry. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
Margot calls me wanting to put together the pieces from last
night cause she barely remembers much of the details, like when she honked the
horn and screamed like a banshee in the middle of Chanticleer. She just
remembers being really upset and emotional.
Her: “I’m sorry about last night.”
The restaurant is busy with deliveries all afternoon. My car
runs non-stop.
Goldfish Crackers. Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato.
Raspberry Lemonade.
Oreo Blizzard from Dairy Queen.
Tofu with Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice in Garlic
Sauce.
Off work and back home.
Having a comforting chat with Aysena on Skype. She’s still
in New York but only for one last night. Recounting our time together in New
York she asks, “Did you write about Friday yet?”
Me: “No not yet.”
Embarrassed by it she says, “You shouldn’t write about it.
The whole day was stressful.”
Me: “Yeah, I know it wasn’t a very good day.”
Downstairs, there’s a little crowd of people moseying about.
Rachel’s here and upset about the downfall of her recent ex-boyfriend. Jessa’s
blasting Roy Orbison on the TV. Anthony’s plucking Kevin’s violin. And Darren’s
marching around with a glass of Rum and Coke.
Sleep around 4 a.m.
[i] Sergi Brosa.
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