Saturday March 17 2018


Waking up at 11 a.m. from stressful dreams where I was about to get put into some kind of strenuous rehab program for alcoholics for almost 2 months even though I don’t drink that much. I was frustrated because there was no way to appeal the city’s decision to put me there.

Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Earl Grey Tea.

Teaching afternoon lessons at Music Makers.

Leftover Pizza and Cucumbers.

Watching Hangman (2017).

Catching up on business and chores.

Mom makes dinner: Beer Battered Cod Fillets, French Fries, and Cabbage. Her and I catch up on the business of the week and thoughts. Sharing Blood Orange Ales.

At the studio practicing songs on guitar.


Back home. Chilling with Ana in her room. While she’s stretching on the floor I wrap myself around her with sexual desire.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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