Tuesday August 11 2015
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I come home after a long day's work. When I step inside 1435 everything has been cleared out of the dining room and hallway – no pictures on the wall, no piano, no diner booth. It looks as if somebody just repainted the walls too. In the kitchen there are two husky dudes taking measurements and moving things around. One of them is Hulk Hogan. Kevin is helping them.
Me: "Uh, what the fuck is going on?!"
Kevin explains that these two guys are moving in and we have to move out. It's understood these guys can't be on a lease cause they're fugitives and they're going to pay us each $700 a month to stay here for a while.
Me: "Um. I'm not okay with that! And where is all of our stuff?"
At this point nobody really explains anything more.
I ask Kevin, "Did you even consider talking to the rest of the house about this first instead of just letting these guys move all our stuff?"
Hulk has a menacing look on his face. I've got a thin piece of wood in my right hand and twist back and forth on my left hand like a street bully with a baseball bat. This situation feels so real. I move along upstairs to my room. Nobody's touched my room yet. A couple teenagers and their mother walk in. I guess they're with the fugitives. I shake their hands.
"Do you have any movies?" one of the boys asks.
Me: "Yeah, but they're all digital."
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Waking up around noon feeling a tad bit hung over. I only had one glass of red wine last night but my head hurts.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, Chia Seeds, and Kefir. Guayusa Tea.
Researching new synthesizers.
Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Honey Green Tea. Banana.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Handful of Cashews. Fig Bites.
Practicing songs for DEJA and researching.
Ana cooks dinner tonight: Salmon, Bamboo Rice, and Salad.
In the theater room at Music Makers trying to configure my keyboard rig. It's stressful cause I still don't have my RD-700 nor do I have a comfortable synthesizer.
I'm exhausted and burnt out from all this music learning. Ana and I start off on a bike ride to extinguish the pollution of the day.
Eating a piece of leftover birthday cake with Ginger Pear Tea.
Sleep 3:30 a.m. Or so I thought until Ana subtly twists and turns next to me in the bed with sexual desire.
[i] Hulk Hogan Double Beard.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 1:11 PM