Wednesday April 17 2013

Poop Wok (April 17 2013)[i]

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It’s understood that I’m being held captive inside this facility. I look out the windows at the lake and the playground that I won’t be allowed to make use of. I’m stuck inside this room with a girl who is about my age. She might be part of the hostage situation. I confront her with an intense hug that turns into something sexual. At first she seems adamant about not permitting anything sexual but I convince her that this is normal. So we go at it, perched up on a stool, on the floor, against the wall. There’s another man in the room who watches from afar. But every now and then he gets uncomfortably close, touching the girl or touching me. I reprimand him. “Stop that! Can you please leave?” He doesn’t leave but sticks around. I don’t finish but that doesn’t matter.

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Waking up around 12:30 p.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

Catching up on some writing.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato on a Poppy Seed Bagel. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Lime Black Tea.

Watching Woody Allen: A Documentary (2012).

Talking with my mom over the phone. Dramatic changes have happened in her life in Florida. Her and Jimmy are separating. Jimmy has been my stepdad all through my middle school and high school years. Without getting too deep into the situation I’ll say that the conflicts in their relationship have cause my mom to look for love in other people. She’s found a happiness and satisfaction in a close friend of hers. I make sure she understands that I don’t judge her in any way in regards to these shifts.
Me: “God is love. Love is mysterious. Love works in mysterious ways.” 
Mom: “I love u son thank you for loving me unconditionally... 

Exercising and stretching in my room.


Practicing songs at the storage unit.

At home. As soon as I finish cooking dinner Leslie pops in.

Lentils with Onions, Mushrooms, Carrots, String Beans, and Rice.

Taking a walk around the neighborhood. While sharing some revelations I’ve been having she points out the intricate shadows formed on the sidewalk from the trees. 

Kevin arrives home after just getting off work. I’m already geared up for a bike ride. He joins me. We ride down to Chicho’s and hang out with Darren and Art while they participate in the beer pong tournament. Afterwards, Kevin and I zip down Atlantic Avenue – heckling the clubbers on The Block – swooping down the steep hills to the parking lot entrances. While cruising we spot an angry dispute between a big dude and a girl. At some point the guy is pulling on her hair. It’s more than likely just a drunken squabble. But Kevin, with a sudden spring of inspiration and no ounce of fear, decides to intervene, to be the hero, and ride by to tell this guy off. “Hey asshole!” he yells. “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?” I lag behind and catch the expected reaction from the guy, which is to march towards Kevin and call him a faggot. This guy is at least ten times the size of Kevin so I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if we were on foot. Good thing we have our bikes to keep a safe distance. Around the corner we run into this other guy (named Jason I think) on a green beach cruiser. He apparently tried to do something similar before us. 

Back home.

Snacking on Popcorn and Alenka Chocolates.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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