Saturday August 31 2013

Rodolfo Loaiza.[i]

Waking up at 11 a.m.

Plain Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Kofi drives up in his convertible Saab and orders a spicy beef lo mein.

Kofi: "I'm still recovering from the last plasma transfer."

My phone rings. It's Cox Communications trying to sell me a new plan. Almost immediately after the restaurant phone rings, then a customer walks in.

Me: "Dude, you could be sittin' here for ten minutes doing nothing. And then my phone rings, then that phone rings, and then people walk in. It's ridiculous. Everything happens all at once. It's like the cosmos doesn't know how to pace itself. Everything comes in waves...Everything comes in waves."

Five Guy's French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Oolong Tea.

It's extremely slow. Sooooooo slow. I guess most everybody is cooking out for Labor Day weekend. I've delivered a mere 4 orders in 4 hours.

I pull out the foursquare ball and play in the parking lot with the China Wok daughters. It's quite a workout.

I drop by the house for a minute to meet the 5 couch surfers from New York; they're napping on the couches. There's plenty of Coronas with limes in the fridge. I decide it'd be okay to chug one down before I get back to the drudge of work.

Not a very profitable day.

Back home.

Hot and Sour Soup with Fried Noodles. Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.

A group just came back from the beach after seeing Sugar Ray and Eve 6 perform a free concert. Anthony and Richie were thoroughly impressed. In Josh's room, once again for another night in a row, there's loud music bursting through the speakers and banging on the walls and closet doors. Our cop neighbor apparently makes an appearance and reprimands the commotion to which he can probably hear quite clearly considering his bedroom is directly behind Josh's bedroom walls. Of course I hear all of this happening safely from my bedroom. I consider starting my own Prohibition in this madhouse, but it would probably fail and only cause more problems just like the real one did back in the 20's.

"Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise."
                                                                                    – Proverbs 20:1

I depart from the debauchery on my bike and shoot a few rounds of hoops at Linkhorn Elementary School. I needed some physical activity. I needed the blood to run through my veins. I needed the fresh night air.

The couch surfers arrive back from their own beach shenanigans. I finally get to meet a few of the faces; all hail from New York but some from France. Other miscellaneous people are here. The mattresses and blankets spread out in the living. I'm just a witness to the camaraderie.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Goat's Milk.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Rodolfo Loaiza.

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