Monday August 12 2013

Kulik Larissa.[i]

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A government agency is after my girl. I pretend to be a bystander to her, whispering signals to her on what direction to go. If I stood by her the whole time it would be obvious who I am and I'm sure the agency would take measures to stamp me out if they saw this. She and I hop over an arena of ancient stone steps. We manage to hop on a ferry that immediately leaves the dock and takes a freight of people across the harbor. It feels like Russia. People start to complain about the tight quarters. Claustrophobia sets in. At least there are no signs of the agency. 

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Waking up at 1:24 p.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.



Watching a Werner Herzog documentary on texting and driving...

Running some errands.

At Chicho's Pizza for a gig. With friends: Ana, Will, Ken, James, and Leah. Gorging down two slices of Cheese Pizza while Mike Gombas performs.

When trying to figure out what beer to order Kofi protests, "Pabst is getting too old."

James retorts, "Or you're getting too old for Pabst!"


Ana's whole Filipino family is here, mom, aunt, grandma, and cousins. Her grandma is 90 years old. I'm fascinated with the fact that this sweet little human being survived for so long. I don't know if it's a rarity, at least it is to see an elder of her age status out and about. Most people this age are in nursing homes because of degenerative diseases. But she's healthy.


Aaron Firestone woos us with 90's pop hits like "Possum Kingdom" and John Mayer songs. Then, I'm up to perform. Ana accompanies me on stage for a White Stripes song and our low-key rendition of "Proud Mary". A few oldies tunes and Weezer jams and the crowd is satisfied. It was a fun collaborative set.


Elliott and James Nee encourage everyone out for Foursquare on the boardwalk.


Competitive. Fun.

Upon getting out Will asks Leah, "How does it feel to be exiled from the Foursquare kingdom?"

Back home with Ana. There's a 4-man touring band spending the night here. Ana and I secure our hunger with Apple Pie and Milk.

Ana spreads out on the bed wallowing under the thin sheet attempting to hide her recent injuries, which happen to be scabbing up and healing. She has such a positive and persevering attitude. No matter what kind of damage is done she knows how to get back up. These are mostly just minor hassles – her constant fight for a hassle-free life. It isn't as dramatic as it might sound like. It's mostly laughter material when we converse about it. I've been getting to know her and I've found she has a good heart, loyal and strong.

Sleep at 3:30 a.m.

[i] Kulik Larissa.

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