Sunday January 13 2013


Waking up at 11:36 a.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Mom and Jimmy stop by for a last hurrah before they head off back to Florida. It’s terribly busy during this hour so I don’t have any time to sit down with them...just enough time to give my mom one last warm embrace.

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

I text my mom to tune into the 1920’s network on the radio cause I thought she’d like the old timey sounds. Entertaining the idea of learning and performing one of the songs we hear together.

This weather is shockingly nice. 70 degrees in January!

Eating up these Oranges my mom brought me from Florida.

It’s a great day for business too. I hardly have any free moments to sit down. Just keep moving. Keep driving. Keep knocking. Keep hustling.

Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Off work.

I meet up with James at Rick’s Café. It’s become a monthly (or bi-monthly) tradition to have these one-on-one late night meetings. We share a heavy childhood past and have been through the thick and thin together.


James comments on how long it’s been since he’s been to Rick’s, which we come to find out wasn’t really that long ago, maybe a week or two, but by his definition is too long.

Me: “It’s like when you have a girlfriend and you have sex on a regular basis. Going to Rick’s is like your sex. And if you don’t have Rick’s then you lose your confidence.”

James: “It’s the source of my power.”


A while ago Becca had told me she used the word nostalgic to describe who I was to a friend of hers.

James: “Heh-heh.”

Me: “Yeah and that’s what she used to describe me. I was thinking about that and I’m almost too nostalgic for my own good. It’s not that I hold onto things. It’s just—”

James: “You wanna savor it.”

Me: “Yeah! It’s about savoring. I want to savor everything.”

James: “She should’ve used the word savory to describe you.”



Helping identifying that timeframe when one is single and alone.

Me: “You’re in the dark ages. This is what we call the dark ages.”

We get distracted with the news on the TV about a poodle shaved in such a way that it frightened an old lady and she informed the police a lion was on the loose. After laughing that off for a bit...I lift my mug of decaffeinated Coffee (or brown water as our waitress humorously referred to it as) and invite James in a toast, “Here’s to the dark ages.” He raises his water glass in agreement.


Me: “We’ve been here before.”


Sharing our worries and concerns about our individual futures.

James: “It’s my fear of the next steps. Like, if I stay with GEICO the next steps are like, settling down, and then I’m a slave, and then I die.”

Me: “You’re just gonna be a speck!”

James: “Maybe I’m just having a pre-mid-life crisis or something.”

Me: “That’s a good way to put it. I feel like I’m having that too.”


At some point Leslie waltzes in with my pants. She had offered to mend them about two weeks ago and finally returned them. The real issue though, at least for me, was her disappearance, which she tends to do sometimes, like turn off her phone (or at least put it on silent and avoid it altogether), and tap out from everything. I hadn’t heard from her since then. She joins us at the table.

Me: “This is the first time I’ve seen you this year!”


Leslie: “I’ve decided that my life’s calling is to be a hermit crab realtor...cause those fuckers are always changing their homes and somebody’s gotta show them new shells.”

Me: “Wow.”


Back home.

Ciabatta Bread and Chocolates.

Sleep 4 a.m.

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