Saturday October 20 2012


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I’m involuntarily a part of a sexual love triangle with Pee-wee Herman and Nicole Kidman. We’re temporarily staying in this small apartment owned by an old black lady who also owns a bunch of little dogs that prance around. I’ve got the sniffles—maybe I’m allergic.

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Waking up at 11:10 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

We finally upgraded to new Technicolor pictures on the overhead menu board. Oh it’s stellar looking. I couldn’t imagine how much more appetizing crab rangoon looks with a pretty roses and flowers in the background.

Oh man it’s terribly slow.

Two Hard-Boiled Eggs. Five Guys French Fries. Honey Green Tea.

Cecily asks me to help figure out this new security camera system they just bought. It’s troublesome to understand.

Darren comes in to help with the dinner shift but it’s not like we need the help. He describes his night last night with the kids at the strip club in Elizabeth City. He had a complete blast and goes on and on about how attractive the girls were and this and that.

Me: “Just killin’ money for eye candy.”


I’ve been reading Franny and Zooey. I shove the book across the table and tell him, “Here. Read this section right here. I think you’ll like it.”

I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete—that’s what scares me. Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

A real amateur day for deliveries. 16 orders all day long. That’s half the amount of an average workday. I’m genuinely disappointed. I mean that’s about a $60 to $70 difference.

Finally leaving the doldrums of work behind and arriving home.

Vegetable Lo Mein.

Watching Payback (1999).

There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. Everyone’s meeting up out on the bridge off the abandoned railroad tracks. Instead of driving I snag Kevin’s road bike and ride into the night to join up with the kids. It’s slightly chilly and this bike flies like the wind. I cut through behind the Wawa and follow the traversed path...under the I-264 overpass...through the Hobo Village (embers still smoking from a once lit fire pit)...a few more walking minutes and I’m there. It’s a good crowd: Anthony, Kelley, Elliott, James Graves, Darren, Alicia, Nathan, Josh, Richie, Kevin, and Rigs. Unfortunately, the clouds have taken over the skies and no falling stars are in sight. But it’s still nice and lively atop this railroad bridge above the water. Sharing smokes and PBR’s and stories.  

Taking our big bunch and joining the hip and semi-hip night crawlers at Rick’s Café, every native’s stomping grounds after midnight. Our ruckus and boisterous attitude does not go unnoticed by our fellow patrons. Endless spitballs and throwing of various sugar packets. The Cream Flip. Picking on Kevin. Oh yeah, I’m having the time of my life being 28 years old and acting like a middle schooler. I reinforce the idea out loud, “Welcome to 6th grade lunch period!”  

Back home.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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