August 12 2010

Natalie Nunez, a friend of mine from high school gave me a call on my cell phone and asked me to cover her shift for her at the Maggie Moo's in Port Richmond. I wondered if the Maggie Moo's in Wynnewood would actually transfer me just to work there for a day. After debating this with her, we both actually didn't care if the system worked that way and I covered her. When I got there, I realized I actually was in the Wynnewood store and I was working with my co-worker Joe Garber. The lights in the store were off and we hadn't opened yet, late morning light pouring into the store.

Suddenly, the fire safety sprinkler system went off, water pouring into the ice cream and down the walls and onto the floor. I call up my boss, Patrick, on the store phone but he doesn't answer. I leave a frustrated voicemail asking if he even cares about his business at all and if he does to come down and fix the problem. After complaining to Joe about how much I hate this job. I leave to run from something in Pennypack Park with Alex Willis.

The Other Day

A few days ago, the house I grew up in became a farm house. One you see driving through rural New Jersey. The land was flat and the air was warm, a purple haze along the horizon as the sun set. My mom and dad got back together. They loved each other again, just for a day, but I'm so thankful for it. Something that hasn't happened for 13 years, at least. They were all in the family room watching television together with my twin and our dead family dog. This was when I was upstairs and discovered that my great-grandmother has possessed the dresser in my room. Her spirit angrily shook and rattled the wooden drawers. I flew down the steps to go tell my mother, only to find myself in North East Philadelphia up near Pennypack Park off the Delaware River. I frantically began gathering people, people I didn't even know, to come see the spirit of my great-grandmother. We never made it there before the sunset.