Wednesday June 25 2014

Elliott's Racing Trophies (June 25 2014)[i]

Waking up at 12:07 p.m.

Bran Flakes and Granola with Vanilla Almond Milk.

Since my bike is in disrepair I borrow Kevin's bike and ride to the shop to pick up my car. Then, stopping by Elliott's house to chat. He's drinking a coffee drink with a bottle of Yuengling on the side and painting a new show flyer. Corona, his dog, chases a wasp around the room until Elliott zaps it with a bug zapper.

Elliott's Porch View (June 25 2014)



Scrambled Eggs. Naan Bread with Hummus. Zesty Salsa Tortilla Chips. Black Forest Berry Honest Tea. Banana.

At the storage unit with intent on dismantling the sheet metal wall Josiah and the old owner put up years ago. The new owner wanted me to tear it down so the builders can come in on Friday to put up a new wall to separate the space. It takes some time. I sweat. Carpet dust and dirt collect on my body. There's still more work to do after the builders come but for now I'm done.

Back home.

Honey-Beer-Glazed Black Beans with Onions, Cruciferous Greens Blend, Zucchini, Carrots, and Rice.

Watching The Ice Storm (1997).

Catching up on writing.

Ken and Ana show up in my room. We all sit down on the floor to discuss Ken's movie project. Ana's taken on the role as organizer and uses a composition notebook to keep notes in.

It's after 1:30 a.m. Ana and I take a walk into the summer night – it's the perfect temperature – a lovely breeze blowing in our hair. We venture into the Friend's School and climb atop the playground by the soccer field. We like to role-play sometimes in situations like this.

Me: "Let's pretend we're both 16 and still virgins."

She smiles and plays along. Pretending that school is in session and we just snuck out onto the playground to talk and have our first kiss.

Me: "Do you think anyone knows we're here?"

At the top of the structure where there's an enclosed square compartment we continue...

Me: "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

And right there in a place of innocence and adventure we make love. The fact that anybody could walk right by, or maybe even a security guard but not likely, only fuels the excitement.

Sleep at a late hour.

[i] Images by me.

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