Monday November 12 2012


Waking up at 11:14 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

It’s a brutally sunny day in November, extremely nice out. If I had off I would be grateful but I don’t. As a delivery driver I can’t say I love days like this. It only makes driving in the city that much more challenging, as I have to cover my face, wear sunglasses, and experience difficulty seeing the road because of the glare of the sunlight. It really does impair my ability to drive efficiently. Along with that the left side of my body is exposed to sunburn. Yes I prefer clouds and the dreary kind of day.

The afternoon is steady for business.

Text from Mom:
“I think about you so often throughout my day...wonder where you are what you’re you...just needed to let you know.”

One of my favorite characters walks into the restaurant, a bag lady as I would respectively call her. Her visits usually take place every Monday. Her silver Honda Civic is always stacked to the brim with filled plastic bags. Who knows what’s inside them. She’s the kind of lady that keeps all her receipts and piles them up creating an authentic consumer’s time capsule, a complete record of all her purchases. She’s so nice and not too old, maybe in her late 50’s. I watch her eat. She studies every single bite of her hot and spicy shrimp meal with full appreciation for its ingredients. Chewing. Admiring. I can tell this is probably a special part of the day for her. I can empathize as I also look forward to my big meal of the day.

“It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?” she asks me.

Me: “I know. It’s ridiculous.”

Her: “Kind of makes your heart sing.”

I melt a little bit and reply, “Yeah.”

On the down time thinking more about last night and about Margot’s place in my life in general. I’m learning more about myself and the way I view others. Most of the time people aren’t really as special and unique as I make them out to be in my head.


On the phone with Margot. I had apologized for leaving last night and told her I had something to explain, which was basically how insulted I was that she only barked up my tree because she got shut down by another guy. I then go on to judge her lifestyle choice and blah blah blah. I can be relentless sometimes. It’s all rather unnecessary and pointless. I guess my main concern is not being entangled in her bouts with men. I want to be singular. The pick-me-up sex was great but I realized last night that it’s always going to come with slight emotional consequences.

The evening drags on...

Just a few more hours to go and I’ll be off work. Unfortunately it’s terribly slow. I eat some dinner: Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli and Rice.

Eventually we receive a string of orders all at once.

Finally off work.

I’ve been in casual text conversation with Minnie whom I met through Rachel at the show last Friday for the first time. She happens to live in Red Wing, which is right by my last order for the night. I stop by her house for a little while. It smells like incense or something like enchanted – Asian themed décor all over (via her brother). Minnie is Filipino, mostly, and with a strong head of curly black hair but green dyed on the side. A girlfriend of hers is also here venting about frivolous drama that happened not too long ago before I arrived. Taking a piss in the bathroom, I admire the silvery metallic wallpaper. Minnie shows me some of her artwork piled in her bedroom. It’s very impressive and the purple-blue colors appeal to me. It’s getting late and I told Margot I’d visit after work.

I head over to Margot’s place. We relax on the couch and watch American Pickers on the History channel where two guys scout around the country in search of antique gems. I snack on Popcorn and chug down a Bud Light. I’m not really sure why I’m here but I’m here.

Sleep 3 a.m. 

[i] Benjamin Walfridson.

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