Tuesday December 18 2012


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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.


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.

[i] Image by me.

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