Tuesday September 17 2013

Under the Rudee Bridge (Sept 17 2013)[i]

Waking up around 1 p.m.

Sasha shuffles her fingers on my bedroom door to give me the rent money.

Her: "How were your dreams?"

Me: "Oh. I remember playing basketball. That was about it."

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Honey Goat Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

Editing drums on Ableton.

The sweetest and freshest Papaya, Trail Mix, Salt n Vinegar Chips.

Watching Flight (2012).


At the storage unit practicing and recording drums.

Salmon, Bok Choy, Onions, Carrots, Mushrooms, Tomatoes, and Couscous.

While cleaning the dishes Kevin recounts some of the awkward inner-family China Wok disputes from his work shift.

Off on my bike...again. This is becoming a habit worth keeping. Zipping south on the boardwalk letting my iPod tunes lead me on a transcendent hazy oceanfront adventure. Thoughts dancing wildly – attached to the beach city surroundings. Under the Rudee Bridge someone spray-painted in big letters a Ben Franklin quote. He spelt the word "lose" wrong but his intentions were good. "Any society willing to surrender a little liberty to gain a little security deserves neither and will lose both."

Honey Bunches of Oats with Brown Sugar and Milk.

Sleep 5 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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