Sunday March 6 2016
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In the neighborhood out in Dudley, North Carolina where I used to spend my childhood summers at my dad's house. A guy friend of mine and a girl climb up an apartment building to go into the girl's bedroom. I struggle to follow them up the wall. I can't seem to grip the ledge securely enough. I feel defeated. Walking past my friend's trailer I spot his little sister as a ghost. It doesn't seem real. I point this out to whoever's with me at the time. Later on, at my dad's house there's a party with all my friends and some strangers. "Sail Away" by Styx is blaring on the stereo for some reason. A girl is raped somewhere in the woods. I confront the girl and try to comfort her.
"It's gonna be okay," I say. "You'll survive. I promise."
It's almost as if what happened isn't that serious of a crime. Nobody seems to care. Even she doesn't seem phased by it. I jump up high above the trees and use my dream abilities to fly. A dinosaur is stomping around the yard.
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Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
Coaching rock school sessions at the music space.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Oolong Tea.
More rock school sessions.
Brown Rice Quinoa Spaghetti with Tomato Sauce, Onions, Purple Cauliflower, and a Salad.
Playing Super Mario Bros 2.
Sleep next to Ana at 3 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 10:57 PM