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Jun 13, 2007 18:06

16 hour days have come. i stay inside and revel in my air conditioned home. i read. the mccourts, compsons, joads, and an invisible man have made my break real friendly. carla and i met the one year of being an alliance of abstract excellence last saturday. best friends are still the same. roommate gets drunk every weekend on wine; laughs are made concerning lava, sadism, and masochism. sicko made me cry (fuck). i really dread when this shit is over.


pt. I
as i strolled down the pasta isle in the grocery store,
an old indian man approached me
to inquire about tomato paste and its where abouts.
but
i did not know where the tomato paste was
because i do not even know what tomato paste is.
"is it not with the spaghetti sauces?" i asked.
"no. no. i don't know."
"well, neither do i."
i did not know.

pt. II
not even five steps away
from the old indian and he approaches me again.
however, this time was to inquire about the location
of garbanzo beans.
much like the tomato paste situation,
i did not know
what garbanzo beans were.
i know green beans,
white beans,
and baked beans,
but not
garbanzo beans.
i quickly made a few hand motions and said
"the garbanzo beans are two isles to the right!"
i directed
the old indian man
to the soda and chips isle
because
i simply did not know.

6/8/07
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