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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.
▬ ○ ☼
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.
Apple.
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.
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