kloiterra

so the parasite woman drops by yesterday like a case of herpes...just when i thought she might be gone for good...
says she's getting married. says i should meet this guy, i'd llike him. i pointed out that it really didn't matter. didn't mention that i already didn't have much respect for him.
i kicked her out of my house three months ago.
she moves fast apparently. maybe she'd look her age if she slowed down. i gave her the hug and the congratulations. they were sincere. the curtains close.

meanwhile,
i like to think that all this time i spend at work will pay off with equal amounts of leisure time eventually.

armando is a latefortysomething mexican immigrant who washes dishes where i work. this man never stops. when there are no dirty dishes, he's wiping things down, sweeping and mopping, always doing something. he used to take the trash out by himself until he messed up his shoulder a few months ago, now its what i do to symbolize the end of a shift. he told me in his broken english that he cooked in los angeles in the 70s, worked in a kitchen in chicago in the 80s and now he's here, been doing this for 20 years. he sends half of his paycheck home, like many of his fellow countrymen. this truly is the land of opportunity for him, and he's here to toil away to provide for the ones he loves the most. valiant. tonight he told me "amigo, you work too much". kinda scared me.