To prepare for a day of lifting heavy objects, Justin and I slipped into DeMar’s for a greasy diner breakfast. Me, I ordered a veggie omelet with a side of sausage. Yeah. I’m a complex guy like that. :| Good, cheap food, and a wonderful way to greet the day. Our bellies full, we trundled…
One thing I needed to say here. I’ve not been happy with the writing the past few days, and I guess I just want that down for the record. I’m recounting things, but it’s seemed like a dry catalogue of events. Also – regarding going back to talk to Kelly at Exit. I also want…
Gotta wake up bright and early tomorrow, pick up Justin at 8 AM for breakfast. Then it’s off to Ben’s for a morning of moving his stuff into his new house. So… Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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I met up with Dipti at the Marriott downtown. Her family was also in town, so I grabbed a beer at the hotel bar and hung out a bit. Before they left, I got to see her family again (haven’t seen them in ages too), which was nice. I guess I should add here that…
Got super tired all of a sudden. There’s lots more I want to write, but I guess it’ll have to wait. My friend Dipti is in town, and we made plans to hang out tomorrow evening. I’ve got a lot of crap to get done, both tomorrow and Sunday… so it’s going to be an…
Today seemed to be full of synchronization… the universe tying itself into a perfectly formed knot. At the Division stop, I spotted Justin jumping into my car, and we started off the morning together. On the walk to work, we both noticed this new addition to the Wells Street bridge: At work today, Dave stopped…
Took a late lunch today, and wandered around the workplace. I found this image, and stopped. I was literally wondering "Why?" to myself. Why in the hell would someone create these railings, and why put them here? The more I looked at it, the less sense it made.
Here’s another one, from Matt during the last Ohio journey: Matt: Don’t you just put a lemon in your mouth? It’s so that, if you pass out, you bit down and the lemon juice is so shocking that it wakes you up. *pause* Matt: I don’t know how I know this.
So I carry around this notebook. I make entries in it when I’m moved… notes to myself, lines that I think would work well in poems, general rambling. The thing is though, I don’t organize it for shit. When I want to write something down, I just flip through it until I find some blank…
I find out from Donna that Kelly has a boyfriend. I figured as much, but hell. I was already at the bar, and a few shots into the night. Part of me really wanted to just up and leave; there seemed to be no real point in my sticking around. But another part of me…
At this point, Donna stops by, leans over the bar and starts trying to read my notebook. We talk a bit more and got into this conversation about journals and dreams. It was really rather cool – she approached writing as a form a therapy, as a way to release thoughts and ideas she had…
So I’m sitting at Exit, by myself, working on a double Beam, Coke on the side. I’m tired from work, but full of nervous energy. I don’t know what I’m gonig to say. A million variations are going through my head. She works at a bar – guys like me show up every ten minutes…
I was working late and decided, at some random point, that I was going to go back to Exit. To talk to Kelly, the girl with the wonderful tattoos that I met when the twelvestone crew came into town. When I wrote her to give her info on where to download the pictures I took,…