Tuesday February 26 2013


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Hanging out in a boat on a lake with some guy. We’re talking about the troubles of relationships. I go on this rant...

“A relationship is like a house. You know? You gotta build it and put a lot of money into it. And some people are in debt for the rest of their lives over one.”

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Waking up around 1:30 p.m.

Instant Blueberry Oatmeal with Strawberries. Coffee with Honey.

Driving around running important errands.

Banana. Orange.

Egg Sandwich with Cheese, Mayonnaise, and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

I get called into China Wok because it’s raining hardcore. Apparently lightening struck somewhere in the city causing power outages in some neighborhoods. An hour and a half of work and I leave with $40. I can’t complain.

Practicing songs at the storage unit.

Packing up and preparing to hit the road.

I start driving up to DC at 11:30 p.m.


Spaghetti with Onions, Peppers, and Cheese Bread.


The iPod plays non-stop. Smashing Pumpkins, The High Strung, and that IROC-Z song from back in the day. I make it to Alexandria in 3 hours flat, the perks of driving over night on traffic-less interstate.

I planned on sleeping at Rachel and Wyatt’s new place. As I’m pulling up to the apartment complex I spot Wyatt walking in front of the building adorned in a cheetah jacket (“cheap white boy pimp”). Not but a few moments earlier he was dealing with quite a stressful situation involving a bribe with a tow truck driver to stop him from towing a friend’s car, the cops harassing him and smashing his 40 on the ground (according to him the cops exact words were, “I’m gonna have to smash this.”), and accidently dropping a box of nails/sharp objects along the parking lot and puncturing a nearby driver’s tires. What a night for him.


I park my car further up the street. He comes with. As we walk back to the apartment he gives me the rundown of the manic events that lead them to this city. They’ve been through a stressful transitory period these past few months.


Inside their apartment. It’s right next to the Potomac River and the border between Virginia, Maryland, and DC. Wyatt hands me this notebook filled with a narrative manuscript written by some 400 pound black guy that comes into the tattoo shop he works at regularly. He entrusted Wyatt with it so they could come up with a way to illustrate it into a graphic novel. The guy wrote it while locked up in a Korean prison. Wyatt seems baffled by the writing. It’s terribly interesting.

In response to all the stress Wyatt had to deal with Rachel shouts out, “Wyatt, you’re such a delinquent!”

I know she’s only poking fun at him but all the other things I listen to her say to him, and as I observe their interaction, I can’t tell if she’s joking or if she really is being too judgmental of him. It’s a different side I’m not used to seeing. But this isn’t anything uncommon in relationships of this nature where two people live in such close quarters all the time.


At some point I settle down on the hardwood floor with the sleeping bag I brought, propping a pillow underneath my hip to cushion it. Sleep sometime around 5 a.m.

Quoted from the manuscript: “It’s 3142 A.D.E. So many wars have come and gone. So many people have died, but humanity continues on. The population is about 6.5 million world wide, and we are at peace with ourselves and our planet. The creation of the praise arc helped usher in a techno-spiritual revolution. We have become a collective Priesthood communicating thru Psychic amplifiers that allows us to control our machines as well as our bodies. The amplifier is surgically implanted into the skull, on two points of entry. The first is on the center of the forehead right thru the 3rd eye and situated between the bi-sections of the left & right halves of the brain and completely going thru the frontal lobe. The second implant is on the occipital lobe mirroring the first implant. Because of such things our society is very much plutonian. There are no gender biases. The sexes tend to group themselves together into separated groups naturally. The leaders of every grouping in society are always a coupling of men and women symbolizing the perfection of the union. There is no ‘I’ in this future, only ‘We’. And everyone speaks as such. We eat very little and sleep is done away with. There is a dream network that is shared between us and the living will of the planet along with other organisms. That place is where we truly live. With all of these wonderful things happening you would think all is perfect, but there is always a threat to society as well as life. It looks as if there is a flux in time.

[i] Images by me.

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