brushed teeth, packed up laptop and tablet, went to otherlands to meet with client.
no shower, no feeling, no care.
i drink rum and jungle juice out of steve’s fed ex mug. we decide to meet again at my apartment this sunday, buy a 24 pack and set the site life.
rogue web designer at work.
i chill at andy’s for a hour, work over phone and meet sek at lenny’s.
by now i am really fucked up, like i know i need to eat but i’m feeling really owned. i somehow order a sandwich and a drink. i get to the table and spill my sprite.
the cop that is in line sees me get up from one booth, where i just spilled a entire cup of sprite, and just sit down in the booth behind it.
sek sits down, also very aware of cop.
i eat a tiny bit, he finishes his sandwich but is still owned.
i am going back to bed.