Tuesday January 7 2014

LaCie USB Keys.[i]

I wake up at 7:08 a.m. to take a leak. I show Ana the time. She has to get up for work. After she gets out of bed and dresses I complain, "It's colder now that you're gone." She makes sure to give me a kiss before she leaves. Back to sleep...

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A murder-mystery story unfolds about a man with a mental disability who is a major suspect in a case involving two missing little girls. Someone who is understood to be my brother is by my side as we investigate the case. We visit the mother of the little girls who happens to be a good friend of ours. It's apparent on her face that she's keeping secrets. It's been a few weeks now and we haven't been able to uncover any clue. I approach her in anger, shaking her uncomfortably to get the truth out. All of a sudden she pulls out a key that when assembled in a special way reveals the truth. She explains that the man gave her this key and said that it would open a box that holds the answer to all her problems. The man left her alone and when she opened it up the man pops out of the box like a magician, the idea being he was the answer to all her problems, that he was "the one". A few nights later the girls disappeared. I apologize for scaring her and reassure her, "Sorry, I only want to be encouraging to you. I'm sorry. We're gonna find them." I realize that this mentally disabled man has a Jesus Complex.

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Waking up at 12:53 p.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.

Catching up on writing.

Egg Sandwich with Mayo and Tomato. Popped Potato Chips. Honey Black Tea. Maple Leaf Cookies.

At the Rec Center shooting hoops and working out.

Putting in a few hours at China Wok. Had to cover for Kevin since his car is in the shop. It's a chilling 20 degrees outside. Terms like "polar vortex" and "thunder snow" are all over the news.


I've brought home a new plant for my room: a Golden Pothos. Formaldehyde in the air is of no concern now.

Downstairs, before I have the chance to prepare dinner, I witness Josh turn into a destructive force. The monk gravity bong is in pieces on the floor along with all the dirty ash water. He keeps slinging mugs and glasses all over the place. He's not only drunk off wine but also obviously hopped on some kind of pills (who knows what). For me it's stressful to be around such a chaotic spirit. He does this every now and then. Darren isn't doing anything about it except sitting there and laughing his head off, which is probably only encouraging Josh. I threaten Josh, "If you continue to break stuff I'm going to hurt you." He doesn't stop. I pick up a few apples on the floor and slam them at his chest whilst mocking, "Oh yeah! It's fun to break stuff and throw things at people!" I take hold of his body and drag him up the stairs and into his room. Kevin offers assistance.

Roughy Fish with Oyster Sauce, Soy Sauce, Ginger, Garlic, and Lemon. Baby Broccoli, Carrots, and Onions. Brown Rice.

Watching Clockers (1995).

Apple Pie.

I organize all the China Wok tickets I saved over the years and show Darren and Kevin downstairs. We look through a stack and share delivery driver brotherly amusement over the recognizable addresses we delivered to thousands of times.

Kevin: "Oh I know this guy! 1248 Old Clubhouse Road! He's got that huge stack of Hardee's cups on his front porch and he always tips six dollars."

Coconut Water.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] LaCie USB Keys.

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