At a Starbucks, pre-therapist, remembering a dream from last week involving my landlord. I and two other guys (I don’t know who they were) were standing on a bridge, just doing nothing but standing there. My landlord walks by and makes a comment suggesting we are a bunch of lazy white guys. “LAzy white Americans” I think I hear him mumble. He walked on and after several steps I commented back, telling him to keep his comments to himself. He turned back and faced, yelling, raising his fist, shoutinng me down. That’s the way to win any argument with me: yell louder. As he scremed his tongue turned into a thick slice of salami, which itself morphed into several slices of baloney, roast beef, and other cold cuts. The thickess of the slices increased as did their numbers, and before long a virtual river of cold cuts was flowing from his mouth, a cornucopia of processed meats and I think a few cheeses as well. It was repulsive to see but it characterized the spew of invective and anger coming from his soul.
I have not talked to Tom in Months. I saw a married couple from upstairs moved out a few days ago. I never knew them but they seemed nice. I noticed she was pregnant, so that might have had something to do with the move. GUESS THERE’S BEEN SOME FUCKING GOING ON UNDER THOSE ROOFS. I don’t know what size apartment they were in, studio or one bedroom. Although there are three people, including one infant, living in a small studio apartment next door to me. I know a few neighbors a little bit. Once in a while someone makes positive comments on my piano playing. That is always nice. But another neighbor tried to rally the others to have me kicked out. So it goes both ways.
Going to see shrink.
