Sam's rotisserie chicken and Costco’s kimchi and Starbucks' passion fruit tea
They drink that ٠ They eat that ٠ They see that
Rare but nice that we had a late-night visit to get adorable tea from Starbucks. The Daddy always orders himself unsweetened teas from everywhere including Walmart and Kroger. I couldn’t breathe after a sip, so we had a brief ride.
It turned out that there was still a river road! Thought the River Road was only along the big casino zone in Rosemont while fully aware of the sameness: they could be so convenient, if not taking it for granted that they don’t even need to change the name of a street or a city in different States.
What the driver was doing? He didn’t know how to drive and only knew the roads? And he could be just chasing after my dreams? So many of the dream-streaming that I woke up remembering nothing. So many toilets, from the “Toilet God” probably as Leon studied about the Japanese folklore, at so many different scenes and finally the bathroom became a big restaurant with customers for sure eating under the curtains on the seats, inside and outside.
In between the houses in the neighborhood, that more peaceful and more beautiful side, I got some pains in my head. Why? I met this local friend last year at a nearby Starbucks after a job interview with the Residential Division of Lincoln Property Company. He was a very quiet man. Also, white. With his red SUV. I encountered a hunter who was not aiming at preying I thought to myself but seemed to be waiting to hear me chatting more about Dell and other computers. And then departed nicely in peace as well. Besides that, people do change over time if not only over winds?
And then I had another manifesto last night. Festivals. From the iced passion fruit tea. Also from a Starbucks. The Barista with super long blonde hair and flesh and blood on his white skeleton. It probably is true that the human skeletons are the smallest among all the rest of the mammals, amongst the existing and visible.