Thursday July 10 2014

Flooded Windows from the Storm (July 10 2014)[i]

Waking up to the sweet rhythm of a sexual energy – her almond-colored body lying next to me. As soon as my hand lands on her sidearm I feel the emanating heat that can't be ignored.

I've got an interview at Music Makers, a rock school and studio. They're looking for a piano teacher starting in August. Located right down the street off Laskin Road I meet with Drew, a longhaired man straight out of the 70's. We chat for a while in one of the rooms with the piano. Our conversation seems to go well. I feel comfortable talking with him.

Back at the house the thunderstorm has started cracking up the sky – rain pours down in bucketfuls – tending to a few leaks in the ceiling – comforting Jupiter in the hallway.

White Peach.

Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Banana. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Crimson Tide (1995).

At the Rec Center for adult basketball. They've got one of the gymnasiums closed because of water leakage. And with only one gym open they can only have three teams playing at once. Luckily, I get picked. And I don't know what comes over me tonight but I shine like an all-star. My ball handling skills have gotten better as well as my confidence in running with the ball. In one game I scored 90% of the points. The other players give me the respect I deserve. I was "in the zone" as they say.

I head to Norfolk to meet with a couple friends. First on the list is Sasha. She pays me back the last chunk of debt from back rent when she used to live at 1435. We grab some dinner at Field Guide and talk about her future plans to travel to Europe. When dropping her off at her grandma's house she hands over the money and says, "It feels good to have that off my back now."

Me: "Yeah it does feel good."

Josiah had texted me earlier in the day that he wanted to get my opinion about something non-music related, just a friend to friend kind of thing. We haven't talked one-on-one in a while. I consider him one of my best friends and we go way back. I drive over to him and Bianca's apartment near Mowbray Arch. He fills us up a couple cups of Coors and we take a night walk to the bridge over The Hague on-looking the Chrysler Museum. We stand there leaning against the railing, which has lines of padlocks on it meant to represent a couple's love. In between two cigarettes he tells me about his rediscovery of local music and his search for a new music space. We also talk about the miscommunication in our respective romantic relationships.

The Hague (July 10 2014)

Back at his apartment, Bianca has arrived from work at Field Guide. We have a laugh and chitchat a bit more about local music.

At home.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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