Sunday October 28 2012


Waking up at 11:40 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

The rain started yesterday and has been persistent all throughout the day. Our Hurricane Sandy has turned into a tropical storm. Minor flooding in the usual areas on Laskin Road. Strong wind gusts. Nothing too unbearable for an experienced delivery driver warrior. The tips are rewarding and they come in bulk.

Dinnertime comes around and everything slows down.


Darren enters the restaurant with a ridiculously large umbrella at his side, technically a beach umbrella. He thought it would be a comically useful way to keep him dry when walking from his car to the customer’s door. He’s got on his infamous leather jacket. I think it’s safe to say he’s the finest faux badass in Virginia Beach.


Sitting down together at the table discussing his current hopeless romantic affairs and eating dinner.

Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Off work at a decent hour.

Recollecting myself over a cup of Coffee.

During the day I had random spurs of moments where I allowed my thoughts to veer towards an old love. I had considered texting her but just never got around to doing it. She beats me to it.

Margot: “Hope you’ve been safe driving out there in this weather. I get worried knowing you’re out in stormy situations. Old habit I guess.”

It’s been two weeks since we last saw one another. In no way do I feel attached or overwhelmingly drawn to her. My brain and intuition knows better. But there’s a special compartment inside me that, every now and then, itches for her, even if it’s just an acknowledgement that she exists. Being sexually deprived doesn’t help. Either way I respond to her. She calls me up and invites to pick me up in her brand new car to hang out for a little while. I comply.


Over there. Come to find out she just discovered she’s got a urinary tract infection; heading to the bathroom 5 or 6 times within the hour is expected. But she took some medicine to help. We lounge on the couch and catch up on whatever topics at hand. Every now and then she asks awkward questions about other girls in my life. I take it with a shade of nonchalance and stay comically evasive. Nothing about this meeting is steamy or sexual. Just friendly affectionate company.

I’m dropped off back home.

Eating a bowl of Cheerios with Brown Sugar and Milk.

Watching Trainspotting (1996).

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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