Monday July 1 2013

Grotto. Jeff Koons. [i]

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I'm working at China Wok. At the restaurant Cecily and Ming pull a prank and hide three deliveries to convince me they'd already been taken out, which is relevant to yesterday in waking life when Ming was taking orders I could've taken. After the bags are discovered Cecily and Ming laugh maniacally. Angered I get up in Cecily's face and taunt her. She and Ming push me back. I brush it off and start looking up the addresses to which I don't think we've ever delivered to before. Later I arrive at the first customer's place, which is this big intricate business park of warehouses and garages. After some intensive searching I locate a room full of young 20-something black hoodlums and white trailer trash having some kind of party. There's a few pretty attractive looking ghetto black girls too. I hold the bag, call out the total, and ask questions as to who ordered. One of the black guys responds, "I think that's too much to be 9:00."

He implies that it's 9:00 and that the food took too long to deliver, and so it shouldn't cost that much. I sense I'm about to be stiffed.

Me: "Huh? What are you talking about? We're not exactly around the corner from you guys. It took a little while to get here."

After the awkward moment a white dude comes forward to make the money exchange. He gets up too close and slips me some bills and a handful of coins, then snatches the bag. I fear it's not the right amount. When I walk back to my car I discover it's been ransacked. Both two front seats and upholstery haven been removed.

Me: "What the fuck?!"

So I guess the reason why that whole scene was taking too long was so they had enough time to do this! Wow. I'm in shock. This dream sucks. I force myself awake.

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Back in the same dream narrative. I confront one of the black dudes about my ransacked car. I'm bitching to his face with threats and such. Turns out it was the girls that did the actual job of dismantling my car. But everyone was in on it. Somebody throws a kitchen knife for the black dude from across the room. I quickly grab hold of it instead and without second thought stab this guy in the chest. Everyone's shocked. Another dude approaches and receives the same malicious treatment from me. After a few moments I start to feel remorse. The group is in a state of disbelief not knowing what to do now that I've almost killed two of their crew. They're just kids. Later in another scene we've all made amends, all of us hanging out on the back patio. An abnormally big-sized grasshopper-mantis creature hops up on the patio. Everybody's scared of it but I'm not afraid. I invite it to crawl up on my arm. Somebody keeps calling it a marsupial but I don't know if it really is. It seems to be slowly morphing into a weasel or a cat. I notice up close it has missing patches of hair and in place of them are gnarly bleeding gashes, I guess gotten from alley fights or something. Despite it's ugly appearance I offer it affection with my hand. That's all it love

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Waking up officially at 11:09 a.m.

As I'm rushing out the door for work Kevin asks me, "Hey Robert! Do you know what today is?"

I knew it was his birthday so I answer back, "The day your asshole was born?"

He smiles embarrassingly and says, "Well, that. And the sales tax increases...blah blah blah."

Yeah so the sales tax in Virginia has increased from 5% to 6%. Whoo. As well cops can officially pull you over if they suspect your texting on your phone and ticket you. The texting fine is ridiculous because there's no fair way to prove you using your phone to text. For all they know you could be punching in things on the GPS.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Another cloudy gray day. I love it.

During the down time communicating with Ana via Facebook messages. She always has plenty of reflection whenever we hang out the night before. It's adorable. I mention how I like her enthusiasm and inner excitement about a lot of things.

Ana: "My enthusiasm will always be there. It may take cover at times, but it's there. ^_______^ So embarressing this morning. I almost fell on you. I always try my best not to make any noise as I get out of your bed not to wake you up... O______O But it's always nice to see you smile at me whenever I do silly things like that. I try to keep my inner flame lit as much as I can. I have my moments where I'm quiet and lack enthusiasm. But you know this already. You seem to deal with it pretty well."

Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.

I spend most of my driving time brainstorming about music and the film we're working on. Anthony's halfway through writing the script. The story is developing. I'm digging up all these ideas I've had cooped up in my head for so long. It's exciting to finally have an outlet for them. 

During the last hour of my shift Leslie appears and becomes my sidekick in the passenger seat. She recalls comical and awkward stories from her weekend.

Off work. Home.

Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli and Rice.

Watching Straight A's (2013).

I bike over to the basketball courts across from the Wawa and shoot around in the dark. Somebody abandoned their Air Jordan sneakers

Air Jordans Abandoned (July 1 2013)[ii]

A bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats.

Sleep 5 a.m.

[i] Grotto. Jeff Koons.

[ii] Abandoned Air Jordans. Image by me.

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