i hate that alarm clock, corn pops for breakfast, throw in a dip, where is that UPS guy, marinate the steak, is dave coming over today, i miss my sister becky, happy 30th b-day deborah, it’s too warm already at noon, my favorite blue t shirt and old navy shorts, sunny i love you please hang in there, dad you look good today and happy too, i like my crappy cell phone because it used to be my mother’s, why won’t this piece of shit computer behave, i’m tired of being tired, turn the fan on full blast right in my face, i need to shave but i’m a lazy bum, too lazy to make lunch so it’s cold pizza again, is it too early to be drinking beer, my head hurts so i drink another, that ol’ ford ranger sure has been good to me–we’ve been a lot of places together–it feels like an old friend, nostalgic for life in long beach, i miss playing disc golf, i miss surfing in the morning before class, listening to jazz by the open window, books on my bookcase that i want to read again, schedule for august filling up, thinking about going back to college and getting my master’s, wishing i was 20 and thin again, i open my door and spit on the wood pile, staring at the clouds in the sky and wondering if my mom is really up there watching me, thievery corporation on my mp3 player, i don’t feel like making my bed today, sitting on the lawn soaking up the sun and doing nothing, ups brings my package, wave to shauna as she washes her truck, hi dave, more beer in the ice chest, put my feet up on my desk, happy that my friend is here with me, open all the windows and doors and crank the fans, cajun music with accordian and harmonica floats out into the street, rc cars in the dirt, bbq that steak, cousin kym brings me beer, pacifico with lime and a little salt, the flop the turn and the river online, truckee walt’s cabin bar of america and ponderosa golf course, life in long beach with dave on broadway and speed racer alley, bbq tri tip in basalmic vinegar olive oil garlic salt lemon pepper liquid hickory smoke, tugs of rum from the flask, brothers for life, finishing the can of copenhagen, happy but sleepy
My day, stream of consciousness-style.
They still make Corn Pops? Now I’m feeling nostalgic.