Sunday April 13 2014


Waking up at 11:15 a.m.

Wheat Flakes, Berry Cobbler Granola, and Strawberries with Almond Milk.

All day shift at China Wok.

Another hot one today.

Salad with Mixed Greens, Beets, Egg, and Tomatoes. Slice of Cheese Pizza from Brother's. Banana. Green Tea with Honey.

Sometime after 4 p.m. Ana appears clad in an oversized purple baker's jacket and black pants. They didn't have anything smaller for her at the bakery. She brought me a treat like she always does – it's an Apple Brown Tart this time, delicious. She accompanies me on my deliveries.


With the warmer weather brings more pedestrian activity on the street. While delivering around we notice there's an over abundance of white dudes walking white dogs. We don't know why.


Both of us know how much she loves chocolate/chocolate flavored anything. But she admits it's okay for her to have other things that aren't chocolate. I reassure her that chocolate is not a scarcity.

Me: "Chocolate is like money; it can be obtained at any time."


She orders her usual meal, Orange Tofu. Seeing that funny look on my face that says you're predictable, she reacts, "I'm okay with being predictable."

She didn't want too much rice. I assure her it's okay to throw some of the rice away when she's done.

Me: "Rice is like chocolate and money; it can be obtained ay any time."


After 9 o'clock I realize she's still here in the passenger seat with me.

Me: "I'm surprised you're still here!"

But it makes sense because it's been a full two days since we've talked to each other. Both of us have been busy at our jobs. So we had a lot of catching up to do.


I explain how when it gets close to the end of my shift I get real wonky and delirious – talking to myself in funny voices and making strange noises. I try to reenact any given night and it turns into an imitation of The Jetson's flying space cars...

Finally off work and back home.

Mongolian Chicken with Mixed Vegetables and Rice.

I run into Josh in the hallway. We hear an unfamiliar female voice coming from Kevin's bedroom.

"Wait, is that a girl's voice I hear?" whispering to Josh.

With the crack of the door open I'm able to document a tragic moment in Kevin's life...

Girl: "Whoa there, tiger. Nothing's happening tonight, okay?"

Kevin: "I understand."

Sleep at 3:30 a.m.

[i] Image still from The Jetsons.

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