Monday December 24 2012


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I’m on the clock at China Wok delivering an order to a big old white house in some 70-year-old neighborhood. They’ve reconstructed the house into apartments, which is typical of Virginia Beach. A black man answers the side door. The total for his order is $11.22. He slyly hands me $6 but I don’t notice that it’s $6 until he closes the door. I get angry and bang on his front window. His roommate starts laughing but never turning his head to acknowledge me. Turns out it was a test or a joke. The guy returns to the door and hands me ten more dollars.

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Living in an apartment, railroad style – my room is a long narrow hallway and the walls are separated by a curtain. I lift the sheet to discover Minnie has been living next door all this time, her bed even situated in the same position like mine.

Me: “Minnie! We’ve been sleeping next to each other this whole time. I can’t believe it.”

In a hallway next to her I watch as a gang of cats and dogs run by.

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Waking up at 11 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).

All day shift at China Wok.

Grilled Cheese on a Bagel with Hummus and Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Homemade Salsa. Honey Green Tea.

It’s ordinarily steady for business even though it’s Christmas Eve.

While waiting for orders a customer sits across the restaurant and watches me lurk on my laptop.

“You on Reddit?” he asks.

“What’s that?”

“Are you on Reddit right now?”

“Oh no. I’m writing a blog right now.”

“Oh. You look like you got a sense of irony about you. You seem really focused on what you’re doing.”

After describing the purpose of the blog to him he tells me about how he works for Verizon and how they’re in the process of changing all the internet to FiOS, and something about wire tapping and how everyone’s information will be technically public in the next ten years (not like it already isn’t). At least three times he recites a quote by Justice Louis D. Brandeis, “Sunlight is said to be the best of disinfectants,” which I guess refers to the transparency I was explaining to him about my blog. He walks out with his food in hand and says, “Remember that. And Merry Christmas.”

Coffee with Hazelnut Cream and a little bit of Sugar. M&M’s.

The night continues with mediocre tips – racking up the miles.

Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, Egg, and Rice in Brown Sauce.

Off work at 10 p.m.

At home – getting ready to leave for North Carolina. Before I dip out Anthony gives me a Christmas present: a CD album he recorded of him reciting the blog.

On the road...listening to Anthony’s voice reading aloud select blog entries from last year. It’s a different experience when hearing someone else’s voice read to you. It’s also strange and nostalgic to hear about last year’s struggles, or at least a snippet of them. There’s something special about this...knowing I’ve encapsulated these memories into day-to-day memoirs and knowing others have experienced my personal romanticism through them.

It’s a lonely drive down I-95 until my mom calls with an incredible story to share about a little girl she saw walking down the road all by her lonesome late at night.


I’m about 30 minutes away. I drive by a few reindeer just standing inches from the road. Santa’s reindeer? My mind wanders to all those kids tucked in their beds dreaming in anticipation for the next morning when they’ll awaken to pretty little wrapped packages under the Christmas tree. I used to be that kid. And here I am behind the wheel at 2 in the morning, not that kid anymore.

I arrive at my dad’s house.

Sleep 3:30 a.m. 

[i] Image by me.

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