At Fitzjohn Avenue. In the dining room with Jack, Mum and Gaye. It is clear Jack is about to vomit. He leans over the side of his chair and throws up on the floor. Mum watches, but makes no comment.
I go to the kitchen to get a bowl for Jack to puke in. They are all dirty. I start washing the pasta pan, but decide it is too tall and get another.
I have the idea that Jack has already died once and is now dying again.
I suspect Gaye is hurt and annoyed at me because she knows I am glad Jack is dying.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Mold
Playing online poker. One of my opponents is a girl who is "a friend for FPPs."
It is the Dating Game.
The girl and I fly together, her on my knee. I am the director of "America's Home Movies." She is flying me away from Vegas because, by court order, Vegas is the only place where I am allowed to film.
In my kitchen. I am putting together the second of two beef pot pies. I am assembling it piece by piece.
The girl says "Single for three years now. You haven't asked me."
The sink in the kitchen is overflowing. I reach for a cloth. Everything is moldy. I say that it is toxic.
A man in a park with a bundle of clothes.
At the end of an online MTT. My stack is dwindling, largely because of an aggressive player who is raising nearly every pot. His screen-name is "Thoughts."
Thoughts is all-in against one opponent on the flop. The opponent has flopped a boat. Thoughts make a bigger boat on the river. Queens full of Jacks.
It is the Dating Game.
The girl and I fly together, her on my knee. I am the director of "America's Home Movies." She is flying me away from Vegas because, by court order, Vegas is the only place where I am allowed to film.
In my kitchen. I am putting together the second of two beef pot pies. I am assembling it piece by piece.
The girl says "Single for three years now. You haven't asked me."
The sink in the kitchen is overflowing. I reach for a cloth. Everything is moldy. I say that it is toxic.
A man in a park with a bundle of clothes.
At the end of an online MTT. My stack is dwindling, largely because of an aggressive player who is raising nearly every pot. His screen-name is "Thoughts."
Thoughts is all-in against one opponent on the flop. The opponent has flopped a boat. Thoughts make a bigger boat on the river. Queens full of Jacks.
Back-seat driver
In a car. My father, Telly Savalas, is driving. A young Richard is there. My age varies.
On vacation, driving along a coastal road to visit a famous house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. I have dreamed about this house. Or I saw it with Ray in Alabama.
Sulking. Telly stops the car. He has two movie tickets. I know the movie will be violent. I tell him from the back seat of the car that I do not want to see the movie. He gets in the back of the car behind the driver's seat. He makes a big production of the fact that he cannot reach the steering wheel from the back seat, implying I should drive. I ask him why he is being an ass.
On vacation, driving along a coastal road to visit a famous house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. I have dreamed about this house. Or I saw it with Ray in Alabama.
Sulking. Telly stops the car. He has two movie tickets. I know the movie will be violent. I tell him from the back seat of the car that I do not want to see the movie. He gets in the back of the car behind the driver's seat. He makes a big production of the fact that he cannot reach the steering wheel from the back seat, implying I should drive. I ask him why he is being an ass.
Bookcase
A bookcase in a service elevator. On each shelf is a mix of organic material. The shelves can be slid out so that the material moves downwards to crush the well-rotted compost at the bottom.
Ants
In the yard. I run a youth hostel and Europeans are staying.
Collecting wood to burn in the fireplace. On one piece of wood some fabric has got tangled on a nail. A guest from Oslo tells me his shirt got caught. I tell him he is not the first Scandinavian to get caught up.
Checking the health of the plants. I am about to leave for Vegas. Gina has left a note asking when the plants should be watered.
I write: "If the plants wilt, water them."
I write: "If the ground is dry, water them."
The end of June. I contemplate direct-seeding lettuce and starting some indoors. I conclude whoever waters the yard is unlikely to do it well enough to nurture new seed.
In Vegas on a futon with someone's wife. We are on our backs under a comforter.
We are at a show.
We are on a beach.
To my right is a flight of steps. Showgirls walk up the steps like they have just got off stage. It amuses me that such tall women are walking past when I am laying down since it makes them appear even taller.
Standing by the woman who is sitting. She wears a yellow bikini. A lifeguard comes over and starts to make out with the woman. He stops and points to a mark below her knee. He pokes, then squeezes the mark. Ants crawl out. They are breeding under the woman's skin. The ants get larger until the Mother ant, a snakelike creature the size of a pen, comes out of the woman's leg. The woman seems unconcerned.
Collecting wood to burn in the fireplace. On one piece of wood some fabric has got tangled on a nail. A guest from Oslo tells me his shirt got caught. I tell him he is not the first Scandinavian to get caught up.
Checking the health of the plants. I am about to leave for Vegas. Gina has left a note asking when the plants should be watered.
I write: "If the plants wilt, water them."
I write: "If the ground is dry, water them."
The end of June. I contemplate direct-seeding lettuce and starting some indoors. I conclude whoever waters the yard is unlikely to do it well enough to nurture new seed.
In Vegas on a futon with someone's wife. We are on our backs under a comforter.
We are at a show.
We are on a beach.
To my right is a flight of steps. Showgirls walk up the steps like they have just got off stage. It amuses me that such tall women are walking past when I am laying down since it makes them appear even taller.
Standing by the woman who is sitting. She wears a yellow bikini. A lifeguard comes over and starts to make out with the woman. He stops and points to a mark below her knee. He pokes, then squeezes the mark. Ants crawl out. They are breeding under the woman's skin. The ants get larger until the Mother ant, a snakelike creature the size of a pen, comes out of the woman's leg. The woman seems unconcerned.
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