i was in science class. sitting in the front. homework check on the overhead projector. front and back sheet. i managed to copy one side before we started checking for completion. david allen (my best friend from 1st grade to senior year) is reading the first question. i can feel people squirming in their seats.... at least i wasnt the only one unprepared i thought. he gets the answer right, but is walking towards the back of the room. he says he wants to sit in the back now where no one will bother him anymore. he seems to not have any friends. i look towards the back. i see an old crush behind brendon baily. its jessica davis. i was so in love with this girl in elementary school but later realized it was purely physical attraction. a sudden stabbing vibrations fills the room. its apparently part of a question on the HW. "does this sound make you want to leave" yes. i cant refrain from packing up my things and wanting to get out of the room. i screamed to my classmates. "doesnt this make you insane? i cant fucking stand this!" instead of leaving i move towards the back of the room singing a strange song. i remember yelling we are all dumb bitches. all the women were angry at me for using such language. i looked to them and said. "hey! i SAID im a dumb bitch too." i then sat down next to david and ate a dead leaf. it was dry and tasted like dirt. everyone smiled at me, thinking i did it to be funny. part of me did. but there was always an alternative motive. i was trying to get jessicas attention. i got up out of my seat and began moving the air in the room. a magical breeze howled as i chanted another song. i threw grain and corn into the air and danced around the room singing. eventually other students tried to do it. i said no no no. all wrong. you have to dance with it. you are chasing the spirit. you must sing and dance to it. you are only throwing the grain AT it. you must also throw the wind....

i finally got all my stolen goods replaced. im ready to take over the world....

another random side note. i went to target today to buy some glue for my little brother. the night before i was sitting on my feet infront of my new laptop at my parents place. i stood up thinking only one one foot was asleep, but as i arose i find that both my legs lost feeling completely. this caused me to immediately fall into all of my little brothers warhammer figurines. i remember smiling as i fell because i thought how funny it was that i could stand up and i thought this would probably look very funny if someone were watching....
anyway... im in target buying glue and i run into clayton duty. a kid i beat up in elementary school for pushing me on the ground when we were all on our way to the bus loop to go home. one of my favorite childhood memories ironically. i remember savagely chasing him to his bus, pulling him off his buss by his backpack, mounting his downed body like a trained cage fighter, and throwing angry fists into his stupid face. then i stepped off told him "DONT FUCK WITH ME" and spit on his face. god... he totally deserved it.... unless he was joking..... who knows why he pushed me down... maybe he didnt think i would fall like i did...
well he greated me with a smile. as did i. turns out he wants me to design a fighting samurai tattoo for him. ill probably charge him 25 an hour... yay for forgiveness.

I did a light study today in my apartment to see what kind of lighting effects i can achieve with a couple of lights in the living room and photoshop. im pretty pleased with what i came up with and these photos will be very helpful with anatomy drawings as well =D. also it gives me some great photoshoot ideas.

Well. It looks like I'm finally leaving behind my buss boy past. I have to say I have enjoyed working very much at Outback. It was a great physical workout and some of the workers there are fucking hilarious to be around. The party's were pretty spiffy too. Im sure ill be hanging out with them after i get grounded in my new and improved artful life. I supposedly start the tattoo apprenticeship this Friday, two days after my official graduation date. Hopefully; with the aid of a friend's cap and gown, i will be walking alongside some great friends and talented artists this Wednesday in DC. I'm really looking forward to seeing their presentation booths and will be taking lots of pictures =D
I've been told that I will start out running the front desk at Capital Tattoo while also being responsible for cleaning the shop. I will learn bit and scraps here and there from the artists that work there, but i plan on buying a power supply immediately after I start the job. This will give me the opportunity to practice my line work on grapefruits =D hurray for fruit!
I've also been told that i can work on my own side projects while I'm at the front desk. My schedule looks like its going to be Tuesday-Saturday 11am-9pm. Which is also not that bad. I love my night time.
On a more sour note, my older brother is still a lazy shmuck that blames his situation on everything but himself. I cant STAND listening to him bitch and moan about the past. It's a waste of time and self destructive. I can only empathize with a man that takes an entire week to drop off an application at Pizza Hut, only to be told they are not hiring. And in that week accomplishes nothing else, except for helping me unlock more armor in Soul Calibur IV. Oh. and steal my pack of cigarettes... OH AND sleep on the couch almost every night. He thinks its the banks fault he has no money, but if he would be listening to my mother and father's advice he would still have most of his money. He also wasted a lot buying unhealthy fastfood every night and a big screen TV, an X Box 360, 7 games, cable TV, an unnecessary house phone line, internet, a laptop and god knows what else. He obsesses over these material objects and doesn't leave the hole he dug in the living room... but I choose to help him to a certain extent. I've worked out all the expenses thus far and it looks light we stand even as of this month. Now after this month is a different story. If he chooses to be a bum and contribute nothing I will take him to small claims court, demand he pay what he owes, and have him evicted. Another alternative will be to make him sleep on the couch and rent out his room, but the first i think is more realistic. And overall better for the both of us.
Last night I had a dream about arguing with my Brother at a large banquet. Many of my good friends were there and it seemed to be an intervention. The dream then turned into some strange chess game. My opponent was an Asian girl that lived in the most unfortunate conditions. She had no power in her home and murky gray water filled the house past our ankles. Before we played against each other we designed our kings and queens with some kind of computer interface. I made my Kings crown using pieces from Hellboy and Mr T. I woke up right before I won. She was kicking my ass up until the end where i made a strangely elaborate move that took out about 80% of her remaining pieces. I was then left with a King and two pawns. One pawn i converted to a queen and the other to a rook. I think she had A king and two bishops.
I woke up late and immediately drove to my moms job to file papers for 10 and hour. Then came back and cleaned my entire room so that i could peacefully work on the next 3 pages of this children's book called Anna's Closet.

So ima just smoke some weed, eat these apples w/ peanut butter, and drink my herbal T while jammin out to Pretty Lights and drawing on the compy. Life is good and busy...
And I just thought of the perfect thing to do when Lindsey gets back.

well, i havent updated in awhile and i cant find my dream journal url, so im just gonna drop this here. i recently chose to remember my dreams again, so here we go.


im pretty sure this dream started with me trying to show some class mates a digital drawing on my laptop. i couldnt find the right file and got really upset. i dont remember what happened directly after that but after wards i end up in art class with miss duval, she passes me without me turning in one assignment.
mrs ozborn demonstration with four white items. one being a blanket and the other being a swedish milk cartoon. She is showing us how to survive a tsunami. she is now in a giant pirate boat behind a cracked brick wall. the waves are crashing against the structure, but no water passes through. He boat does however sink after she claims i have a broken finger.
Will Smith begins narating a story about how he survived a tsunami in his home town. except hes actually kind of psychically telling me what to do as i go through it. i run though what seems to be an abandoned apartment complex. i hear waves crashing against the outside walls. i open a door to find a stairwell with windows revealing the disaster. a wave shatters the windows. i shield my face as the glass cuts my arms. a helicopter flies by to shoot out the rest of the windows so the glass doesnt cut me. the gunner came very close to shooting me, i think i even might have felt some bullets go through me. a strange dark figure runs by shooting at the helicopter. a cop chases him. another cop inside claims they are gang members. i follow him outside and i ask him where the building is that will smith told me about. he says its across the street from the one i just came from. or he points to another which we are walking towards. he called it somehting like Hellayeah. people outside aimlessly walking around the courtyard looking up, waiting for any sign of rain. looking stranded and alone. their families probably got caught in the tsunami. inside. line of people. he leaves me at the locker room. mostly school mates from elementary school. shannon stanton is the first i see. shes looking really sad. we have a conversation that involves only making facial expressions. she tells me her family died. i give her a hug. then lilly johnson and kevin shaw criticize me for not answering my phone. i look to the right. some of the artwork i made in another dream was laid out in a corner on the floor by an office. i finger through the pages and each one is overwhelming. i briefly think about making more abstract art when im awake. the cop walk by and says "hey! thats you! i look at that stuff everyday!" the dream changes to some kind of competition among the kids. some kind of battle with obscure weapons. i hade a wooden stick of course. two opposing teams face off. i remember one chinese looking guy having fans. pretending to sneeze and then hitting his opponet. the empereor is watching this from an observatory throne and is getting very upset. he wants the fighting to stop because we are forgeting about the tsunami that is coming. camera cuts to some of the kids that have been downed in battle. they are made of sand. their feature are still recognizable, but parts of the sand bodies are wet and breaking down into the rest of the earth. Link gets thrown into the pit. for some reason i think i was link. his opponent kinda looks like reese from malcolm in the middle. his body changes back to normal and some of his stooges walk over to links body, where a 20 dollar bill lays. they pick it up and laugh. cut to flashback. an eager brown haired boy is smelling various objects in the foreground high up on a table. an older man is pacing back in forth in the background. an older woman is yelling at the man, trying to get his attention. the old man goes to the right off screen and comes back with a phone in his ear, hes not really talking to anyone though. the boy turns and looks at the man. all these smell nice, but i dont know. do you think she'll like it?
well if she doesnt here's 20 bucks. you're guranteed to get laid. the boy smiles. the man walks out of the house as the woman screams after. this is where the dream gets really bizarre. i wake up at this point. im immediately pissed off because this is the first intricate dream ive had in awhile that i can remember. so i lay back down and try to follow the story again. i picture me speaking to the cop. im explaining to him what building i went to right after the arena battle. i said. yeah it was by these strange mines. i think the mines were set there to break up the wave as it rushed over. destroying the center of the wave so that the two remaing waves would pass next to the building. i lay the motionless cop's body on the ground then i lay next to him. i see the cops dream body return to the one laying down. then the camera(me) returns to the dream boys body. this is where the actually dreaming begins. before i was in some kind of strange limbo state. the cop says hey. thats a pretty good story, but its not consistent. the only mine like devices we had were to execute traitors. he appears as a strange large illuminated alien with an odd controller in his hand. there are buttons on the back and front of it. his alien hands fit perfectly on the device. he claims he had to execute alot of his friends with this device they were supposed traitors and it was a test of loyalty. he drops the device as soon as the body in the back corner of the room ignites. teary eyed he walks away. i pick up the alien object and try to use it. my human hands cant hit all the buttons on the back and front. i morph my hands to fit the controller and hit all the buttons. but there is no traitor infront of me, so it does nothing. cuts back to the areana. the fighters are climbing onto some kind of air railroad. it leads back to the main building. im a strange grey man with a white bucket for feet. i follow the rail path by pulling myself with my arms, bucket dragging behind. the railroad becomes vertical and i have to climb up with just my upper body as if it were a ladder. when i get to the top i am back to my normal self. and im back in the corner where i find my art laying on the ground. a woman is sitting with a black haired girl. she is an art teacher explaining to a student how she must know the wall where her work will be hung before creating the art. she runs her fingertips across the textured wall. the young student looks at me as if to say, im filling the spot you left empty. why did you have to leave. i shake my head and look away. i barely think about the page when im drawing. fuck the wall. i turn to piss in what looks to be a water fountain, but i remember seeing one before and a dream character telling me not to drink out of it. kevin shaw tries to drink out of it as i wip my penis out. "nah man." its for pissing" i accidentally piss on my hand as i say that. but the strange fountain is also a sink to wash your hands. how handy. i stand in the hall just looking at the people as they walk by. a blind asian walks by with the COOOLEST tattoo sleeve. i compliment his tattoos, but everyone laughs because they know he cant see them. " HEY, he got them BEFORE he went blind." he knows what they look like. deep down i know this is true because i know i made him up. another guy walk by. its Amahn from my art school. he shows me a crude tattoo on his shoulder. its in hirigana. i remember actually being able to read it. the last part of the word was iri. sounds like eerie. a girl walks by suprised.. "thats right!" nathan shupe from highschool walks by with a bunch of cookies. i ask him where he got em from. he tells me downstairs there are two opposing girl scout troops battling to sell the most cookies. he yells after me as i run past, "DOUBLE CHOCOLATE CHIP!" i get downstairs and see one table to the left. there are three young girls and two mothers. the cookies are on display infront of each person. they look sloppily homemade. i was at first just going to walk away and find the other, obviously mass produced cookies, but i changed my mind and listened to what they said about each cookie. i remember one girl saying that the banana cookie was a spooookkyyy ghosttt. and so was the red balloon cookie. i think they knew i liked ghosts and were just trying to make a sale. one of the younger girls hops on to a stage behind the cookie table. a light shines and she starts dancin around. they other two hop on stage with her. music starts to play and the girl scout in the middle ages to a beautiful girl. she starts singing about what she likes in a guy, then she sings about how shes a robot who wants to fall in love. her face opens up to reveal her robot nature then close again. she hops off the stage and says " so, what did you think about what i said?" you were neutral werent you? PERFECT! Lets go." we run holding hands to the building where i first reentered the dream. we stood in the middle behind a barricade. the water was up to our waists and a hammer head shark was swimming around us. a mine went off and the two waves came through the sides of the building and lifted us up. then i woke up.

The weather was fantastic. A sign that it was meant to be on this day. I told my parents i was going on a picnic to Belle Isle with a bunch of friends i havent actually seen in about 7 months. I packed my lunch and walked to Chris' house. As i walked down Early settler's road, I noticed a flatened pine cone in the road. i kicked it aiming at the sewer. i missed but the image brought me into a past dream. There were people running around frantically. Some type of raid was occuring. They were my people i thought. Lost and confused. Angry at the world. I was on my road. I stored all of my books and knowledge in the sewer. At first i was hiding it from them. A spanish man bent down to pick up a book from the top. It was Choke by Chuck Palahniuk. I said WAIT. not that one... that book belongs to my friend Allison. Here take this book. you will learn great things. I think i handed him Biology of Belief by Bruce Lipton. A book about the power of human thought. a new science of Epigenetics.....

I arrive at chris' house. He tells me of a man who claims to be the reincarnate of Edgar Caycee. I had just finished reading his book on Atlantis. As i put the book down i thought to myself, i need to meet the reincarnate of this man... as if i knew he existed... he probably lives in VA beach..... I didnt not tell chris this..... and the "reincarnate" does live in VA beach...

We ate mushrooms as we listened to David Wilcock speak of ancient truths. The first video we watched was about the pineal gland... hardee har. yes this all sounds very phallic... lol
but apparently the pineal gland is called so because of the PINE CONE which is a masculine symbol that stands for eternal life...... anyway... this weirds me out.... and the hallucination begins.

We walk to wonderland. The trip was pretty hazy and not visually stimulating as it usually is. The mushrooms were not the strongest ive had.... anyway. We start with a meditation on the top of a cliff. Chris talks about colors changing. I close my eyes and see all red. I open them and the trees are moving. The branches look like entangled female bodies. Everything is gray and dark. I remember thinking about hell. I was slightly horrified but said out loud. How beautiful. I saw the beauty in the my horrid thoughts of decapitated tree woman bodies slithering about. I felt sad for this place. It was not as beautiful as it could be i thought. It's my fault it is not more beautiful. We arose from our meditations. We strolled towards the wrecked "fort" I saw garbage everywhere. I could not leave it alone. I HAD to clean the garbage. i found a plastic bag under some leaves and placed bottle after bottle into the bag. Chris said if i keep looking for garbage ill keep finding it. stop getting caught up on the small things. we are ill equipped for that task today. we can come back and clean the forest later. Now is time for more important matters. i ignored him mostly. i felt unworthy of the trip and felt i had to clean the forest if i were to enjoy it.
There were young teenagers collected at the fort. Chris became afraid. He did not want to engage them. I asked why. He said he had problems. I felt his fear. it was my own as well. He vanished as i walked towards the "children" They were a civilization. a nomadic tribe it seemed. Lost. No guidance. I stepped foward. i was greated by a towering black child. his arms crossed. He blocked out the sky behind him. He seemed to be the leader. a pharoah in a past life i thought. he asked me what i was doing. i said. im cleaning the forest. he thought i was ridiculous. i told him by my small actions of cleaning this woods i am changing the entire world. A girl named Casey smiled and said i was very noble. She said she understood why i was cleaning the woods and thought it was great. she had a stone around her neck. she had a warm aura that contrasted from the guys around her. The pharaoh laughed and said he would help me. I told them all i was tripping on mushrooms. they laughed and smoked a bong. One fatter child started a large fire in a metal barrel. The smoke was thick and dark. I told them they needed to put it out. it would attracted unwanted negative attention. i told them to put it out and walked away.
I searched for chris. he had disappeared earlier. i found him past i tire swing in a cave like structure under a tree. He was smiling. he said look. Jump here. I looked down at a small land island. The distance of the island fluctuated. It seemed close at one moment and incredibly distant the next. A group of the children came back. They taunted and said i couldnt make the jump. Chris said. No. This guy flies. ive seen him. i ran and jumped to the island landing hard with my hands and feet. i stood up and the children said how will i get up? then walked away. my hands were bleeding from landing in some small rocks. i didnt mind too much. it felt good. I took my shoes off and walked across a thin fallen tree bridge. My feet were heavily rooted. Chris snapped a photo. The flash through me off and i fell into the water. We laughed. My clothes were filthy. i had to clean up or my trip was going sour. Chris told me of a spot where i can clean up. I followed him to a new spot. As i cleaned my socks we spoke of ancient things. i cant remember what we said. i looked around and realized we were in a spot i had been looking for since my childhood. My older brother had brought me here once. I cried a little as chris handed me a pink quartz rock. it was a great gift. i immediately felt i had to return the favor. i reached into the creak and pulled out a lovely black rock. i told him his lizard would like it to cool down and sleep on. It was a nice moment. We walked around some more talking about strange things. It began to get dark. The surrounding homes all illuminated a strange orange light. i told chris we had to leave immediately. As we walked out of wonderland the sun set incredibly fast. The sky had an orange glow over the trees and a strange mist had crept in. i knew it was good we left when we did.

Well I promised myself i'de do a lot of reading of the break.... but I picked up a new addiction instead. MMORPGS will always have a special place in my heart and World Of War Crack is no exception. So I pretty much played this game the whole stay in Richmond... And im still waiting to go on a trip.
My dreams are becoming much more precognitive..
I had a short dream about going to a movie theatre again. This time i was with my father and maybe my little brother. The line was pretty long and I ended up just not wanting to see the film. I woke up before my phone rang. I reached into my pocket. Two subway tickets. The phone rang. It was chris. I know he wanted to go on a trip, but I'm waiting for the right time. He asks whats going on. I tell him just wakin up. I remember how he's always commenting on the fact that i always have subway tickets in my pocket. When we picked up the mushrooms he told me to text him the title of the song playing on the radio. I cant text. I pulled out a metro card and wrote "Whatever It Takes" He smiled as he noticed the 45 cent ticket.

My bro walks in after the phone call.
"want to go see a movie?"
.......
No thanks.

    Today's China bus ride back to richmond was very peculiar. On my way to the bus stopat the 711 gasoline station i encountered in three different locations, men carrying cameras. The first at the metro center on the red line platform. i stood leaned up against a pillar. i had noticed the strange expressionless man from the rosslyn metro where i had gotten on. he was now directly behind me. Seemed to be carrying a plastic bag. it looked like alcohol inside... An older man stepped from behind me and stopped directly to my right. he looked around the platform and reached for something at his side. He aimed looked at the camera's screen without taking any photos. After examining the screen he walked behind me and too my left where he leaned up against the cement wall, but still in eye's sight. I had a strange feeling.. and remembered earlier that morning a woman took a photo of the escalator i was on. there are no cameras allowed on the metro system... i saw the first sign EVER on the way towards school THE SAME MORNING....it was old and dirty at the pentagon stop... I shifted my stance so the pillar seperated me from the camera man. im not paranoid.... i just dont want my photo taken by a sneaky stranger... I get on the red line and get off at china town. I notice the strange emotionless man getting off at the same stop. i let him walk in front of me. After i get off the metro stop i notice someone drumming on the sidewalk. there is usually one particular black man drummin a cooolll beat. i get to the top of the escalator and notice two beats. one familiar and snazzy. the other is new and less complex. The familiar drummer is on a different corner. i walk down the main road and notice two new drummers have taken his usual spot. one is drumming. the other starts to sing exactly as i walk by. All i hear is "Keep doing what you're doing kid".... i have a strange feeling again. im thinking about how hungry i am and how dizzy the micky dees burger made me feel in the morning.  I know theres one coming up and i think i have enough time to stop in and get a double cheese, but im doubting myself. i know mcdonalds food is TERRIBLE for you. i remember my good friend Collol saying earlier. "Mickey Dees is poison". I like to my right. there is Mc donalds wrappers on the sidewalk. Trash. i think. Mickey Dees is trash. i look up. Theres an ambulance in front of Mc Donalds.... i walk by without going in. ill eat later.... right after walking by the death trap, I look to my left, there is a middle aged black man with a camera. he points it upward as i walk by i dont know if he takes a photo. the flash seemed to be off.... i might have been in the shot.... i look back at him to see if hes looking at me... a car with tinted windows pulls up behind the man... i turn around and keep walking.... There are two cops standing in front of the urban outfitters where i usually go in for a quick read. a homeless man walks up to the cops and tells them how much he loves them, something about some job he did for them or something... one cop says no prob, the other ignores the homeless man and mummers something under his breath. i cant hear him.... usually the homeless people in the area cuss at the police and curse society and the system.... i have a weird feeling again. i get to the corner and cross the street. i notice an older man with a camera in front of me. he lifts it up as i walk towards him.... again pointing it upwards... i walk by. i look back as he analyzes the photo.... i walk by two black waters on break.... one is saying to the other... "yeah, but the thing is.... he had me on camera.... and since they had me on camera...." they both look directly in my eyes... i look back..... weird feeling..... i turn to notice everyone waiting for the bus... the bus is ALWAYS late.. ALWAYS. not today.. its 8 30. everyone is outiside.
the bus comes shortly afterwards. from outside i notice there are 3 cute girls in the back.. i make sure when i get on to sit towards the back... there are usually only loud hispanics and blacks on this bus so im pleased to see some pretty faces... hey. i can be shallow sometimes too...

    well i sit directly infront of 3 cute girls. two diagonally behind me and one directly behind. I only look at the two once the entire trip. I kept hearing their conversation and i was completely uninterested. kept talking about how drunk she was, blah blah, fashion this, me me me, constant cellphone checker, blah blah. fashion magazine...i notice this in my peripherals and hearing. i never looked back. A friend scott calls. we are talking about school. i say a lot about an argument i had with an instructor. We talk about the animation we are working on. lots of proffesional sounding things are coming out of my mouth. the girls are completely silent the entire phone conversation. obviously listening... how annoying. i hang after a 15 minutes conversation... scott was very eager to speak to me for some reason.... directly after speaking with him i pull out a book and read alittle. then i pull out my sketch book and finish off a sketch ide been procrastinating on... the girl daignol behind keeps talking about her fashion photoshoot. and is complainging about the PHOTOGRAPHER.... weird feeling.... i dont like this girl. she annoys me. i dont pay attention. she keeps stretching her leg out into my peripheral vision. laying it here and there. on the ground and on the seat infront of her...wiggling it around like a dead fish... i feel this is a pathetic attempt to get my attention. it could of course just be in my head..... i put my headphones on an close my eyes for a moment.. i end up taking a nap... i dont know how long i was asleep... completely lost track of time. i only wake up because of a strong scent... its smells strange. very potent. like vicks and girlly perfume. i hear the girls diagonal behind moving around. i stare in my peripheral and notice them putting away a bottle.. how... ANNOYING...... i here one of them say... "seems like we can only get him when he's asleep"...... weird feeling....... it seems we are closer to richmond than i had expected. i call my dad up. he thinks its tuesday. "no dad. it is wednesday.. yes... yes it is. ok ill see you in a bit"

    i get to the bus stop. i know ill be waiting for at least 20 minutes. I post up in my usual spot next to the phones. A strange black homeless man walks infront of me. i stinks of glass cleaner and some other very potent stench that ive never smelled before.... hes caring a white plastic bag... weird feeling again. its mostly in my stomach, chest, and head. he gets on the phone next to me... i look at him in my peripheral. hes straing at me... he hangs up the phone and moves one over. hes speaking very low.... an older white man in a very nice scion pulls up to my right. hes on his phone... they both stay on their phones for awhile.... i cant here either one of them talking... i look to my left. the homeless man has a huge wad of cash in his hand. hes holding it low and flashing a 100 dollar bill at the man in the car while nodding his head. he looks at me. i look away. i dont move. the black man hangs up the phone and walks directly behind me instead of infront. a tight squeeze between me and the wall. i didnt want him walking behind me. i put my back against the wall and look at the man in the car. he unrolls his window without looking at me. i stare at him with an angry look on my face. he glances at me three times before going inside the 7 11.I notice a hispanic with a white coat pacing in the parking lot. he has his cellphone out. i look at him and nod slowly. a respectable head bow. i watch his movements in the store. he walks by the black man at the counter and says something. the black man raises his head as he speaks, and looks back at me. they seem to be calling something off.  The  hispanic outside is pacing around. The black man steps outside of the 711. he gets on the phones on the other side this time. he hangs up quickly. He walks across the street and hands the hispanic something small. The hispanic shakes it in his hand and it drops it in his sleeve. he walks up to the same phone and calls someone. he smells like glass cleaner. the white man is still inside. My father arrives. as i walk by the scion i look into the back. there are paper towels. glass cleaner, and a turned over janitor's mop bucket thingy with wheels..i get in the pickup and explain to my dad whats going on. he tries to pull over a cop infront of us to tell them. the cop changes lanes and takes a left on a road. my dad follows. we are still behind them. the cop wont pull over. my dad gives up and goes back to the 711. the hispanic is still there. the white guy is gone.

what a weird fucking day.

Hi. I am Louis. I just woke up.



My days are a bit repetitive. repetitive... echo? echo?