Its been a hard week transitioning from being with Etta all the time to being alone. I’ve had trouble sleeping. This means I stay up late and sleep late. It cuts into my daytime productivity. I’ve been obsessing over a NYT article on six-figure aquariums. I’ve read it and looked at the slide show over and over. On my way biking home from work, I found a cat tree by the side of the road. I dragged it into the shadows and returned for it in my car. When I got it home, my cat ignored it, much the way I imagine he would ignore a six-figure aquarium. Or even a four-figure Spacearium. It was just an act. He loves that cat tree now.
I ingested a small nugget of candied bacon that got mixed into a six pan of pecans. Instead of spitting it out, I ate it. I slept restlessly, on the couch first, then for a few hours in bed. Bad dreams of smoking pot and eating animals. My mood was low today. At work I barked at my chef, and ignored Brenda, who I deemed rude when she joked with me. I was anti-social and bad. Two French ladies and a Frenchman sat at one of my tables. Lobster! they implored, again and again. I shook my head. Not here, not now, not never, I told them. Before they could leave, I started talking. I talked about the local ingredients from nearby farms and the sea, I talked about myself. They barely spoke English. I talked and talked, and my bad mood washed away. I brought them oysters, bought them dessert, did my best.
After work, after midnight, after a falafel smothered with hot sauce, I sat on a bench in Central Square across from an apparently homeless man in his fifties. He smoked his cigarettes and we stared. I sipped coconut water and Etta called. We talked for hours. We talked and the Friday night crowd passed by, down the road to the next bar. We talked and an apparently schizophrenic man yelled about killing us all, if he only had a gun. He hollered into the passing traffic, something about the government. He stood on the median and punched the air, he howled into the night itself. He wandered off. We talked and the apparently homeless man curled up on his bench and fell asleep. We talked until the chill of autumn crept into the air, and I had to go home to urinate.