January 2013
The sun came out and it was morning. I’m in LA! I looked
around me, the surroundings were unfamiliar. I didn’t know if I wanted them to
be. They were so uneasy to take in. Clutter everywhere. There was this man in
bed with me who brought me to this house without a heads up. I mean, he tried.
Short of sending pictures, there’s no way you could prepare anybody for that!
He had to work that afternoon. He got up and made breakfast, he brought it to
bed. He had egg whites, threw away the
yolk because “it’s bad for you”, some turkey sausages and tons of Diet Pepsi “cos
THAT’S good for you”, I guess. I can’t remember what he brought me, I probably never had it because of the state
of the bedroom and the house in its entirety. He ended up eating. There’s a lot
of that in the house; where El will bring in two plates of food, assuming for
both of us, feed me a taste with a fork from one of the plates AND EAT
EVERYTHING, right there in front of me! I think he gets in a zone, same as
Perry, and just can’t stop himself once he starts eating and must eat
everything in sight. What do I know? I’m just a girl from Africa. He went on
the computer, in a tiny cluttered corner in the living room, checked his
emails, ordered more car parts and more music stuff. I think it’s cool that he
is passionate about something. I don’t know about the something it’s self. He
says it’s music and cars, I say it’s hoarding car and music related things.
There’s a different.
Before I knew it, it was time for him to get ready for work.
He got in the shower, our bathroom being the cleanest room in the house! He
went in there, grabbed a very interesting looking, orange wash cloth (washing
rag), and showered up, called me after a bit and asked me to wash his back. I
still don’t know how I feel about that. Is it cute/romantic or diva-esque? With
him you never know. He has a very condescending thing about himself where he
dances to his own tune, believes his own hype if you will.
He came out of the shower, dripping. No towel in sight. You
could tell he was looking for something to dry himself out with. So was I. I
was curious to see what was next. Heck, it’s his house! What does he usually
use? He found a t-shirt, the one he had on the previous day, he sat on the bed,
soaking wet as he was and dried himself with the t-shirt. I ain’t sh*tting ya!
When he was done with the t-shirt, he just dropped it, wherever he landed, it
landed there, whatever! It landed on the floor just in front of the bed. His
back was still wet, he never got to that part with his t-shirt. I was watching
all that in utter amazement. Am I dreaming?
“Shoes, where are my
shoes, bring me my socks, black socks, second to last drawer, yeah, Sears
Shirt, it’s blue, what’s that? Right there, that’s the one, I thought my sister
did laundry, why is this still dirty, anyway, I don’t care at this point. I
hate that place, they don’t deserve someone like me anyway. I’m overqualified
for that place. They are paying me half, no a third, no... maybe, yeah, maybe,
probably a quarter of what I’m worth. I’ve managed stores before, I have a four
year Business Administration Degree, I shouldn’t be working on the floor for a
store that doesn’t even have the ambition to appreciate someone like me!”
Honey, Do you have another belt? This is the same belt you
had on when we first met, you told me you have lots of belts at home, you can’t
be wearing this, it’s seen it’s days! “Pass me that belt! I’m telling you! You
don’t understand! I have no respect for that place, I don’t even care what I
look like, I don’t care about being presentable for those people!” yeah but you
should respect YOURSELF enough to not want to ever wear such a thing, this is
about you not Sears! “Anyway, go to the kitchen, see if my sister has prepared
my lunch for me” Make sure there’s a cold bottle of Diet Pepsi in there and
Raisins. And some Fruit, she keeps feeding me unhealthy, I don’t know how many
times I’ve told her I want to lose weight, she just doesn’t care. She’s not
ambitious enough to care what she packs for me. I’m so glad you’re here, you
can teach her how to do the right thing”
“Ok, gotta go, Daddy loves you! Daddy says, he will miss you
today when he’s at work, he says he will see you soon. K, Bye” xoxo
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