Friday November 22 2013

Victor Beuren[i]

Waking up at 2:10 p.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.

Research. Cleaning.

Peanut Butter Toast. Baked Lentil Chips. Papaya. Honey Black Tea.

Watching 3:10 to Yuma (2007).

Anna Kozitsyna texted me about a keyboard I was supposed to give her about a year and a half ago. I haven't even conversed with her since then. I know her through my Russian friends, Art, Jamil, and Roma. She plays the piano quite well as I recall. I drive over to Piney Branch, where she just moved. I don't stay too long but long enough to catch up briefly.

At the Rec Center. I had planned to just shoot the ball around and workout. But of course I get caught up in a few games, just some 4-on-4 games. Three other guys my age team up against four middle schoolers.


At the storage unit with Josiah and Calum practicing rock n roll for tomorrow's show.

DiGiorno Pizza with Red Peppers. Carrot.

Watching the movie.

Ana calls me around 1 a.m. She just had a rap show in her garage and she wanted to talk.

Me: "I feel like I'm listening to the radio, like talk radio. The Khrizzia station. And there's Ana just talking about her day. And I'm just listening."


I got off the phone but later we reconnect and continue discussing this particular problem she has of not telling me what's really on her mind. I use an analogy of her in battle with a monster and how the more we talk about it the more power she gives the monster. She simply needs to face it and counteract it with confidence. I just wish she'd open up to me. She will in time I hope.

Feeling a little angsty. Lifting weights and working out my abs to the tune of White Zombie.


Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Victor Beuren.

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