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6/11/2014
My days are pretty much the same. I wake up next to my lover, roll over her and crawl down the ladder. I feed my cat, talk to him a little, piss in a gallon bottle and he stands behind me eating while I take all my vitamins, thinking about the day ahead of me. I take fish oil for my joints, folic acid for my skin, hair and nails, a multivitamin to stay okay and vitamin D for lack of sunshine. At 3:17am I leave our unit and head towards the house where the kitchen is. I'm sure to shake my key chain to scare any vermin walking around. When I enter the kitchen, the first thing I grab from our shelf is the coffee. I grind a light roast coffee from Hawaii and I boil water in an electric pot. I pull the french press off our shelf in the refrigerator and quickly rinse the remaining cold coffee grinds from the pot and pour it on the banana tree outside the sink window. The wind blows in and I close the window. Sometimes I think about the old French press and the cracks in the glass that ultimately led to broken glass and a bloody hand on one shitty morning. I know it is risky to take the glass from the refrigerator to the sink and rinse without letting the water warm and then add boiling water to the French press. This old one will eventually crack but not today, it didn't crack today. I pour the ground light roast coffee into the French press and immediately pour hot water on top of it. The vitamins make my stomach feel sour and I am reminded to grab four pieces of bread; substantial bread, from the refrigerator. I grab my bread and peanut butter from our shelf and make a peanut butter sandwich. I don't put too much peanut butter on my sandwich because I've recently been cutting calories and I want to stray away from over eating like a fat fuck. I make a sandwich for lunch and a sandwich for now. The one for lunch, I put in an empty plastic produce bag and toss it in my lunch box and place it in my back pack. While in my back pack, I grab my aluminum canteen, press the coffee and make sure the filter is right, then I pour the coffee into the canteen. I use my shirt to turn the tighten the canteen because the water makes the aluminum hot. I let it sit and begin to eat my bland peanut butter sandwich. Halfway there, I put it down and go to the bathroom where I don't brush my teeth and feel guilty about it but remind myself that there is a chance to redeem myself this evening before bed-when I shower. I rinse my hair with tepid water and dry my hair off with a towel that belongs to someone else. There are many towels in the bathroom and the one I chose smelled musty. I don't dry my hair off all the way because I wanted it to be damp for the gel. I apply gel to my hair, comb the hair forward like a member of the Misfits, then to the side. People have been complimenting my hair lately. I didn't know my last haircut made me look like such a jerk until I changed it to the current one I have. I put the remaining gel back into the container, put the cap on and threw my comb and gel into my backpack with my sack of lunch. I went back into the kitchen, finished the bland peanut butter sandwich and didn't drink anything to wash it down. I knew the weather would cool my coffee down. I put on my work gloves and grabbed my coffee canteen because it is still too hot to grab with my bare hands, shook my keys at the door to scare away any raccoons, possums and walked out into the foggy cold at 3:40am for another Wednesday morning stocking in a dark cooler.
My days are pretty much the same. I wake up next to my lover, roll over her and crawl down the ladder. I feed my cat, talk to him a little, piss in a gallon bottle and he stands behind me eating while I take all my vitamins, thinking about the day ahead of me. I take fish oil for my joints, folic acid for my skin, hair and nails, a multivitamin to stay okay and vitamin D for lack of sunshine. At 3:17am I leave our unit and head towards the house where the kitchen is. I'm sure to shake my key chain to scare any vermin walking around. When I enter the kitchen, the first thing I grab from our shelf is the coffee. I grind a light roast coffee from Hawaii and I boil water in an electric pot. I pull the french press off our shelf in the refrigerator and quickly rinse the remaining cold coffee grinds from the pot and pour it on the banana tree outside the sink window. The wind blows in and I close the window. Sometimes I think about the old French press and the cracks in the glass that ultimately led to broken glass and a bloody hand on one shitty morning. I know it is risky to take the glass from the refrigerator to the sink and rinse without letting the water warm and then add boiling water to the French press. This old one will eventually crack but not today, it didn't crack today. I pour the ground light roast coffee into the French press and immediately pour hot water on top of it. The vitamins make my stomach feel sour and I am reminded to grab four pieces of bread; substantial bread, from the refrigerator. I grab my bread and peanut butter from our shelf and make a peanut butter sandwich. I don't put too much peanut butter on my sandwich because I've recently been cutting calories and I want to stray away from over eating like a fat fuck. I make a sandwich for lunch and a sandwich for now. The one for lunch, I put in an empty plastic produce bag and toss it in my lunch box and place it in my back pack. While in my back pack, I grab my aluminum canteen, press the coffee and make sure the filter is right, then I pour the coffee into the canteen. I use my shirt to turn the tighten the canteen because the water makes the aluminum hot. I let it sit and begin to eat my bland peanut butter sandwich. Halfway there, I put it down and go to the bathroom where I don't brush my teeth and feel guilty about it but remind myself that there is a chance to redeem myself this evening before bed-when I shower. I rinse my hair with tepid water and dry my hair off with a towel that belongs to someone else. There are many towels in the bathroom and the one I chose smelled musty. I don't dry my hair off all the way because I wanted it to be damp for the gel. I apply gel to my hair, comb the hair forward like a member of the Misfits, then to the side. People have been complimenting my hair lately. I didn't know my last haircut made me look like such a jerk until I changed it to the current one I have. I put the remaining gel back into the container, put the cap on and threw my comb and gel into my backpack with my sack of lunch. I went back into the kitchen, finished the bland peanut butter sandwich and didn't drink anything to wash it down. I knew the weather would cool my coffee down. I put on my work gloves and grabbed my coffee canteen because it is still too hot to grab with my bare hands, shook my keys at the door to scare away any raccoons, possums and walked out into the foggy cold at 3:40am for another Wednesday morning stocking in a dark cooler.