Thursday October 25 2012


A hard-knock sleep. Waking up just before 2 p.m.

A much more uplifting conversation with Aysena on VK. She apologizes for her “not right attitude” yesterday.

Downstairs, Darren, in a pit of personal angst jokingly puts on Limp Bizkit’s “Break Stuff”. I join in the raging shenanigans; head banging, jumping around and slamming pillows around the room.

Darren: “I’m not even angry anymore after watching you.”

Grocery store.

Pita Pockets with Hummus, Cheese, and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Watching the third presidential debates on Youtube.

Elliott just got off of work at the thrift store. We’ve got basketball plans before poker tonight. Art happens to show up early, so the three of us head out to the courts on Mill Dam and First Colonial. We’ve only got about 20 minutes to shoot hoops until the stadium lights turn off. Afterwards, Elliott convinces us to ride back with him to his house, which was a bad move because to our dismay the cops pull us over. Elliott was speeding a little bit on Baltic and didn’t come to a complete stop at the stoplight. He receives a ticket and unfortunately I do too because I’m sitting in the passenger seat without a seatbelt on. Fortunately, it’s only a $25 fine and none of it goes on my record.
Wow, if only Elliott dropped us off none of this would’ve happened. Such is life. We stop by Elliott’s and scoop up some equipment and head back to my house.


We had planned poker but nobody really shows up so Darren and Art go to Kelly’s Tavern for pool and beer. I stay behind with Elliott.

Black Beans with Baby Broccoli, Mixed Vegetables, and Quinoa. PBR.

I sit back on the red couch, eating dinner, and watching Elliott raise hell on a racing video game. He’s really into computer NASCAR racing. He chugs back a few PBR’s, takes hold of the steering wheel like a pro, and guides me play by play on his tactics. Despite his confidence he makes a few fumbles that pushes him behind.


Walking him out to the car as he’s leaving.

Me: “Gosh man, tonight was such a night of misfortune. I mean we got the lights turned off on us at the basketball courts. We got tickets from the cops. Poker didn’t happen. You sucked at racing.”

Elliott: “Yeah but so what. I’m still happy.”

Me: “Yeah me too.”

In my room. Vegging out. Watching the third presidential debates.

Cheerios with Brown Sugar and Milk.

Sleep 4:15 a.m.

[i] NASCAR Elliott. Image by me.

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