Sunday February 10 2013


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They’ve started demolishing an old house that belonged to a great-uncle of mine. I arrive on the scene exploring what’s left. For whatever reason the main living room is still in tact. I examine unique photo albums and picture frames. Later I’m delegated the duty of helping a small dog that seems to be lifeless on the grass by a freestanding fireplace. I run over and scoop him up in my arms. It’s undetermined whether or not he’s dead. As I cradle the poor thing I realize he is still alive and just needed a little support.

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Waking up at noon o’clock. I’m supposed to be at work When I step outside the front door to the bright sunny cold world I discover my car is not where I parked it the night before.

Me: “You gotta be kidding me!”

It must’ve gotten towed. In our wonderful little townhome neighborhood each parking spot is painted with a number corresponding with the address you live at. Any spot without a number is a free spot. Unfortunately, at night with all the dim street lighting and the fact that theses painted numbers are so washed out you can barely tell if it’s numbered or not. I recall even checking last night but apparently I was wrong. Whoever owned the spot probably came in late at night, saw another car parked in his spot, and called the towing company. I mean I would’ve done the same thing if I were him. What can you do? There goes $135, practically a whole day’s earnings out the door and into oblivion. I try not to let it get to me, but what a great way to start the day!

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Sweet & Spicy Pecans. Honey Green Tea. These pecans have become a substantial and filling lunch.

It’s fairly busy today – driving everywhere.

Salt n Vinegar Chips. Banana.

At the end of medians near the intersections you can always find those stupid generic advertising signs, you know the ones that say stuff like, “WE BUY JUNK CARS” or “COMPUTER VIRUS” or “DIVORCE”. I mean who actually calls these numbers? I guess people with no resources whatsoever. Either way today I notice a few new ones in the ground, “SELL ME YOUR REPULSIVE HOUSE”.

Off work and back home.

Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Watching Tax Driver (1976).

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Repulsive House. Image by me.

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