A Day In The Life
My CLOCK genes are spinning off kilter and proteins flood my brain like caffeine. It’s dark and I’m wide awake. I read for a while, until the rooster next door crows. Means it’s 6 or 7. Shicks or Sheven.
Breakfast is on the table – dahl, bread-and-butter. If I was having a last meal this would be up there. I think number one would be rice and pol-sambol. Number two would be a Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich. Vimala makes me some milk-tea and I take it to watch TV. I leave my dishes on the table cause I’m bougie like that.
Amma’s watching the news. The announcers hold up the morning papers and read the headlines aloud. Now they’re showing pictures of some of the women in the rebel army. One of them is kinda hot. But, unfortunately, evil.
Amma gives me directions to the Computer Store and tells me to put on pants if I’m going to go outside. I don’t want to. I like wearing a sarong. It reminds me of those lazy Sundays when I’d wear a towel until 5 in the afternoon – except here I can walk around Main Street and conduct business like a fully respectable human being.
“But what if it falls off?” she asks.
“I’m wearing boxers.”
There’s a cow on the sidewalk. I move aside to let him pass. I guess this is why people don’t eat so much beef here. The people at the computer store don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. There aren’t even any computers here. 2750 Rs for a PC Case ($27.50) and 7750 Rs for a Hard Disk ($77.50). It’s hot. I’m going to go home and watch the Euro Cup on TV.
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