Wednesday July 3 2013

Snail Rhymes. By Richie Howard (colored by Robert)*

☼ ○ ▬

On a lengthy drawn out road trip with friends. We lose our original vehicle somehow and have to split up. Me and two others including Ana, hitch a ride with a youth group packed into a suburban.

▬ ○ ☼

Waking up at 2:12 p.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

Depositing money into the bank, something that I duly enjoy doing. Dropping my bike off at the shop for minor repairs.

Using the leftover Salmon fillet from last night and making it into a sandwich with Tomatoes and Hummus. Tea.

Fiddling on the guitar.

Covering the other driver's China Wok shift tonight for three hours. Easy money.

Spring Rolls.

A couch surfer from Canada shows up named Caylin. He's here for a few weeks helping a friend build some kind of steam generator. He seems to be a well-cultured traveler with a taste for activism and change.

Exercising a little bit in my room.

Ana comes over. We cook dinner: Fried Eggplant with Steamed Zucchini and Baby Broccoli. I invite Caylin to join us in the grub. Eventually, Darren appears, then Leslie. Sipping on beers. Big deep conversations about what's wrong with the world and the mental ignorance of the general population and blah blah blah. It's mostly Darren's soapbox as he enlightens us with his cynical view on everything. But there's not much disagreement. Caylin recants some travel stories, one about getting pulled over by cops while on a safari in Idaho. The van he was traveling in matched a description of a van that belonged to cop killers. Meanwhile Leslie doodles up a storm while I color in a drawing I found on the floor. Ana finishes baking a batch of Chocolate Coconut Muffins – they turn out deliciously.

Hitch Hiking (Out of Context). Doodle by Leslie (July 3 2013)

Blank Lady. Doodle by Leslie (July 3 2013)

Leslie leaves and we all resign to our rooms. Ana and I take to the bed cuddling and such. Playful cannibalistic desires come out of me as I stroke her near-perfect legs, "Mm. I just wanna chop up your legs into fillets and cook them on a grill...with barbecue sauce and garlic."

Ana: "Heh-heh."


Lovemaking ensues.

* Snail Rhymes. By Richie Howard (colored by me).

Doodles by Leslie.

No comments: