Now that fishtank.live is going again, I wake up every morning and turn on fishtank.live. Sometimes I go to the store and purchase a black iced coffee to drink while I watch fishtank.live. Sometimes I am too shy to go to the store so I do not drink any black iced coffee.
Today, I go to the store and I purchase an apple and a black iced coffee. I decide to eat the apple whole instead of slicing it because I am lazy and because I am afraid that cutting the apple is “childish.” When I am almost finished with the apple, I bite it the way I am not supposed to, I bite it in the way that made me tempted to slice my apple, and my gums start to bleed in the spot where I had surgery years ago. The white fruit surrounding the core of the apple is covered in blood. I throw it away.
On Saturday, I read for the part of Kathy in Caveh’s screenplay which is about Brecht but is also, of course, about Caveh and Kathy. I told him I wasn’t going to do a good job, that I wouldn’t be “theatrical,” and that I would simply be Kathy. He asked me to please do it anyway and that I would get $100 if I did. So I did it and I did a Kathy job of it and he wasn’t happy. But Peter and Betsey and Blake and Matt (gay) thought it was funny. Alexandra messaged me to let me know she laughed at my flat delivery, or as Matt (gay) calls it, my “dry and disengaged tone we've come to know and love.” Maxwell said I did a bad job.
On the way there, Caveh and I complained about the pride parade and the blocked off streets. Caveh rolled down his window and attempted to ask a police man about parking. The police man stared at his iPhone and had something in his mouth that, in my memory, can only be described as a Ring Pop. “Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.” Caveh repeated. The police man never looked up.
We hadn’t seen each other in a month. He bought me a beer (to calm my nerves), a slice of pizza (to soak up the beer, or, as I call it, to soak up the slop), a diet coke (to slightly counteract the sedative effects of the beer), and a bottle of water (to balance it all out). We ate the pizza in his parked car. At one point, he groaned in pain and threw his head back as if his windshield was about to be struck by a cinder block.