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Friday June 29, 2001, 22:24

My life has gotten to such a point where I can only concentrate for a short, short period of time. So I will only talk about things for a short period of time. Hopefully it will be interesting though.

To start, I really like peanuts. I am not sure when this started, but I am looking at a 30 oz jar of dry roasted peanuts right now. And I am eating some of them. Peanuts that is, not the jar. It's a rather heavy glass jar, which is a nice change from the cardboard container I was using from my last peanut purchase, mostly because a glass container means that I know exactly where to recycle it, rather than the cardboard, which I would love to recycle but do not for fear of mis-placing it.

Protocol is very important to me. It annoys me to no end when people put the wrong types of recycling into the wrong bins. I guess that's less protocol and more stupidity, but whatever.

Ok, so moving on.

I got a new bed. This is at the same time very exciting and very frightening. Exciting because I get to sleep not on the floor, which makes one more piece of furniture for my apartment, which means one more step to being something like a real person. Also because now I can bring girls back to my apartment without the weirdness of having a futon on the floor. And because it's so fucking comfortable I think I might just crawl into it and die now. On the other hand it means that I'm one step closer to being a real person and it reminds me that I'm never going to bring girls back to my apartment. Damn.

Moving on. Past things none of us want to think about.

Last night on my way home from a bar1 and a club2 I found myself on the street corner with a payphone receiver up to my ear, "Please deposit twenty-five cents" repeating in my ear as I watched two men comforting a woman who was clearly losing her shit. She bobbed up and down as one of the men held her and sat her down against the building, holding her hand and letting her cry into him. The other man, security from the club, rushed off and returned moments later with an SUV. White, tinted windows. The fed her into the car, shut the door and drove off down Broadway. There must be a story in there somewhere, but really, it's none of my business.

And then I stopped to talk to the homeless man who always asks me for change and a cigarette. Actually, I let him do all the talking, and while I never got to anything personal, and while he UN-originally told me that I look like Brandon Lee, it was still interesting listening to him talk about cars. And gangsters. Maybe he was talking about Al Capone. I don't remember.

"Who are the most important people in a restaurant?"

"The chef..."

"Right. Who's the other."

"Um. I'm not sure."

"The dishwasher!"

And so on.

"They have a union now, you know? And when the dishwashers go on strike the owner will be in there telling them to come back to work.

His hands shot up in the air at that point, for emphasis. Well, one of his hands at least. The other hand was still holding the cup full of change that he stops to shake at passers-by throughout my time there. I fingered the twenty dollar bill in my pocket and felt no twinge of guilt when I told him that I didn't have anything for him. It was the truth.

It was then than I told him that I had to leave, and then that he told me of the Lee resemblance. I thanked him and had a brief discussion in which I actually got some words out about the Lee Family curse and so on until shaking his hand and heading home.

And I slept a sound, peaceful night in my new bed.



1. In the open air under the moon in the middle of Union Square. It was actually just about the perfect bar experience, at least in theory. Smokeless with a cool breeze. Unfortunately I felt like I should have been discussing "the market" and other things that I can't even make fun of because I don't know enough about them. But it was really nice and relaxing. Six dollar Corona and all.

2. Which happened to be hosting a particularly Gay Night, which was fine for some time and then I just got really tired of having large men shove past me, gripping my shoulders tightly and tossing me about, as if that was either a) polite or b) a way to get me into bed with them. Well, I mean, I probably give myself a bit more credit than I'm due, but even still, not sexy! Not at all, all that shoving and grabbing. Especially when the men doing all the pushing and shoving were women. Er, vice versa. You know.

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