Friday December 21 2012


Waking up super late. 2:25 p.m.

Skype chat with Aysena.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice. Vitamin D (2000 IU). Zinc (50 mg).

Anthony gives me a ride to pick up my car at the body shop. Then getting the windshield replaced; it had a crack in it since half a year ago when I got into that accident. It’s relieving to have my car restored back in good cosmetic condition.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Goldfish Crackers. Honey Green Tea.

Watching The Thing (1982).

Tweaking and playing drums at the storage unit.

Back home, taking one of my old headlights and installing a light bulb inside it.

Lentils with Onions, Carrots, String Beans, and Mac n Cheese.

Hanging out with Leslie and Darren at the dinner table – eating homemade Strawberry Ice Cream out of mugs – drawing with markers and psychoanalyzing society’s downfalls – feeling enraged at the ignorance in the world.


Darren: “I feel like everyone should second-guess everything that they do.”


Darren: “Dude, do you think I could wax my mustache with Bee’s Wax Chapstick?”


Meanwhile Leslie writes me up a fake ticket with her little notepad.

Me: “Aw dude. I just got a ticket!”


The conversation gets taken over by Darren venting about him and I’s China Wok troubles.


Darren uses the word faggot in a sentence, a derogatory word to most.

Leslie: “That’s a very hateful word.”

Darren: “I’m desensitized to language. And I feel like most people are. And I don’t feel like we live in a very constructivist society...I just can’t believe that many people really get offended.”

Leslie: “Don’t you think that’s crazy that we are desensitized to language?”

Me: “Would you prefer to be desensitized?”

Darren: “Yeah I think that desensitization is important.”

Leslie: “I think it’s sad.”

Me: “Don’t you think words lose their power when you become desensitized to them?”

Darren: “No. No. The idea is that words themselves are nothing. It’s the ideas behind them...”

Leslie: “I get that.”

Darren: “Overall, I think people have become desensitized to ideas. Everything is just so televised. People don’t have to feel anything anymore. They’ll just wait around to be told how to feel.”

Me: “The revolution will not be televised!

Darren: “So whatever...all I can say is that I guarantee you if you walk down into the Rainbow Cactus and there are a bunch of gay people down there goin’, Where my faggots at? And if we walk down to The Cave there’s a bunch of black people all goin’, Where my niggas at? But if you go down to the honky bar there’s not a bunch of white people goin’, Where’s my white people at? cause you’ll get shot I guess...even in a white bar nowadays.”


Talking about the lack of nutrition education...

Darren: “Someone doesn’t have to actually be poor to live an impoverished life because some people will scrounge money because they grew up in poverty, and they’ll teach their kids to live like that, and some people just have shitty parenting skills, and some people neglect their children. There are all kinds of situations...but I think sending your kid to school...having a six-year old come home to their mother and be like, Mom, my teacher told me that I should eat veggies, and six-hundred pound mom is like, WE’RE GOING TO GAD-DARN WENDY’S TONIGHT CAUSE THEY GOT THE DOLLAR MENU, or whatever.” 


Leslie: “I think ignorance is pretty much universal.”

Me: “You can’t educate ignorant people.”

Leslie: “But ignorance is a choice.”

Me: “But how do you deal with ignorance then? If the majority of the population is ignorant what do you do?”

Darren: “You euthanize.”

[Sarcastic maniacal laughter ensues]


Sleep 5 a.m.

[i] Marker art by Leslie.

[ii] Outlandish Ticket given to me by Leslie.

[iii] Sobriety Anniversity. Marker art by me.

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