Monday October 21 2013

Keun Young Park.[i]

Waking up around 11 a.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Vitamin C (500 mg).

All day shift at China Wok.

While driving down Oceana Blvd I get spotted by the Russians (Jamil with his girlfriend and Roma with his girlfriend).

Danny's in the area trying to get a part time job as a videographer at a real estate company. He stops in for lunch. Now that Anthony is finished with the script for our film we discuss the next steps in production like formatting, planning the budget, location, cast, etc.

Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Granola Bar.

It's a fairly steady afternoon for a Monday. Some stiffs, some tips.

Stephanie shows up with her application to move into Chanticleer. We go over a few concerns and talk about the housing arrangement. She's retreating from a confined depressing apartment in Washington Square down the street. She wants a new environment, bright and opportunistic, which she's hoping to find here at 1435.

Egg Drop Soup. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Half of a Cinnamon Bun.

Delivering an order to a house across the street from London Bridge Baptist Church. A mother tends to the credit receipt while her mom holds the door open. Thunderous jet noise fills the air and interrupts our conversation – nothing out of the norm. After it dies down the older mother comments, "That's our dinner music."

"That'll be my dinner music, too, later," I add.

But she doesn't hear me so I repeat it. Then she says, "A small price to pay for freedom I guess."


It's a nice night – the temperature is chilly but endurable and the orders steadily come through, easily manageable for a solo driver. No help from Kevin or Steve.

Delivering an order in Bancroft Hall Apartments. A mom answers the door and fills out the receipt. Her little girl stares out the door at my car and says, "Mommy! The Chinese man has a purple car!"

Mommy: "Yes he does."

Off work and back home.

Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Breaking Bad.

Anthony taps on my door.

Me: "No! I'm relaxing, trying to stay away from the world."

I keep myself relaxed for the rest of the night.

Ana had written me a semi-lengthy Facebook message explaining herself – her insecurities and such with opening up to me.

"I want nothing more than to just release all my thoughts to you, but I guess maybe I'm afraid of letting you see all of me because I don't want to be left as some souvenir. You've got this warm soul. I care about you a lot. And I really appreciate you dealing with my difficulty of opening up to you all the way. Goodness is all that you are. I like this relationship of ours. Other than me not opening up (which will change I promiseeeee!!!) I do not have any complaints."  

Sleep around 3 a.m.

[i] Keun Young Park.

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