Tuesday February 5 2013


Alarm goes off at 10:40 a.m.

Oranges. Fruit & Nut Toast. Coffee with Honey and Milk.

Meeting with Danny Rogers at the house. In the past he directed Tokyo’s documentary and is deeply involved in the film industry. I threw an idea at him a while back about making a movie dealing with a Chinese food delivery driver, like myself. We brainstorm and talk about all the exciting things he’s been doing over the past few years.

Ginger Peanut Noodles with Tomatoes and an Egg. Sweet & Spicy Pecans. Honey Green Tea.

Josiah’s in need of a bass player for his BAMM BAMM show tomorrow. It’s only four songs so I opt to learn.

Running a few miles on the treadmill at the clubhouse even though the weather is exceptionally nice outside and I could be exercising in it.

Barbecue Salmon with Multi-Colored Peppers, Onions, Carrots, and Rice.

James, Stephanie, and I drive over to the MOCA art museum where our friend, Christine, is working. Checking out the exhibition.

Afterwards, we hang out at Wheeler and Christine’s house. Before we arrived, a foul smell caused Moses and Calum to investigate underneath the house. A dead possum seems to be the understood culprit but the boys can’t find the source. While they continue their dark escapade the rest of us chill on the front porch talking nonsense.

Back home. I rehearse the BAMM BAMM songs on bass.

Apple Turnover.

Margot hit me up. I still haven’t seen her new house on Shore Drive. She wants me to see it. I head over. The house is spacious with a total of four bedrooms. All the other boy roommates are asleep. We spend time in her new room with hardwood floors giving our voices a slight echo. Despite the occasional flashback slipup our conversation is casual. There might even be hope for an amicable relationship without remnants from the past. We’ll always hold a special but strange trust in one another. She goes on about the past week and some of her experiences here at the house. She seems really happy about her living situation and all her new friends. She’s less alone here and can get all the attention she needs.


After an hour or so she’s off to sleep and I head back home. I realized during my visit that I kept pretty clear boundaries, a smart move on my part.

Goldfish Cracker.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] MOCA. Image by me.

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