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It’s nighttime. In the city streets. I’m perched up on a
moped of sorts called The Charger. You’re supposed to stand up on it rather
than sit comfortably. It doesn’t go very fast. I putt along the asphalt using a
black lever. Approaching a bridge through the woods. I stop because it’s pitch
black and I can’t see anything. I fear something or someone is waiting to
attack me. The front light isn’t clicking on. So I reverse back under the
streetlight and click it on. Then across the bridge. On the other side. Out in
front of a nightclub – 20-somethings hanging around on the sidewalk. I feel
unusual and out of place with my Charger moped.
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Waking up at exactly 2:17 p.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
I visit Pick-N-Pull on Sykes Avenue for the first time. This
place is the biggest junkyard I’ve ever seen, a massive graveyard for unwanted
cars. I trek along the muddy path passing amateur mechanics, who probably come
here on a daily basis. I’m here to check out the Camry’s – looking for a
radiator support and hood latch for my car. I’m up for inspection and my hood
won’t shut properly.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Honey Green Tea.
Watching Looper (2012).
Researching – my eyes frozen to the computer screen –
feeling restless.
Doing crunches.
I get a call from Margot imploring me to come get her from
her work’s x-mas party at Baja’s. I’m not sure why she decides to hit me up out
of anyone else. I guess I’m her fallback, her default. I was going to record at
the storage unit but the temperature is too cold and will make it unbearable.
So I obey and drive out there. She greets me wearing some sparkly new dress.
She’s hobbling with two drunk friends of hers. I’m obligated to take one of
them home as well. No big deal. This girl is on cloud nine drunk and Margot is
on maybe cloud five or something. It’s entertaining to listen to them interact in
the car and to watch a drunk person try to take care of another drunk person.
There’s a mild debacle with this girl not being able to find the key to her
apartment – she’s forever rummaging through her purse – turns out her front
door was unlocked all along.
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At Margot’s place now. She’s still fuzzy and was screaming
about how she has to pee so she takes care of that first. Then, there’s an
attempt to sex each other up. But I’m not working too well and I don’t know
why. I think I underestimate how much the physical plane connects with the
emotional plane. I always build up in my head these kind of sexual fantasies
but sometimes when I’m actually faced with them I can’t enjoy it. Maybe something
is protecting me. I don’t know. I leave her be to sleep.
Back home.
Going for a night run.
Black Beans with Onions, Peppers, Carrots, and Rice.
Watching The Adjustment Bureau (2011).
I return to her cause I’ll have to bring her to her car the
next morning. Sleep around 3 a.m.
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