i come home to my sweethearts already asleep.
grateful they are zzzing.
so i can do dishes
go to bed.
funny how there was a time when i thought she would _never_ fall asleep w/o boobie and me laying beside her, that it would _never_ cease. and, here, 6 yrs. later, she cuddles w/daddy to sleep. hurray! and nostalgia.
a crazy-looking man, white, maybe in his late 30s?, shouts at me thru the driver side window while i sit inside eating my taco bell bean & cheese burritos (no cheese, no onions, add guac, throw on grill please).
they won’t take his order, walking, through the drive through and the main store is apparently closed.
i lock the doors as he gets near, afraid.
‘i’m hungry!! i’m hungry!!’ he emphasizes. ‘i’ve been on the road 3 days.’ he unfolds a $5 bill and says i can get something for myself too.
the emphasis on ‘i’m hungry! i’m hungry!’ gets me and i slide down my window to take his bill and drive through to order him as many soft tacos as $5 can get, which is 3 for $4.22.
‘thank you so much. i’m so hungry.’
‘have a good night; i hope you are full soon.’
another night @ anna’s performance lab
more familiarity with the people.
there is something in that all for me.
i am not a performer, like how some of those people are.
the vague stirrings of scores in my system seem too out there for that room.
they might require people willing to go deep & get scary & wild.
some egos in there, some covetousness and jealousy, and some pure warm hearts, creative, playful, innovative, community-minded peeps.
where do i fit in it?
there are only a few left before they stop for the summer.