we sat in sun tong luck waiting for our food & talking about eminem. bean said, "now i can sort of see why people make the argument that he is good at what he does." she took a sip of water. "cause his rhymes are tight."
the lady who owns sun tong luck is my fairy godmother. her name is helena & she always remembers us & invents things for us not-on-the-menu & compliments our hair & knows not to put egg in our food. when we walk in the door she is standing behind the counter, smiling & giving us that two-fisted wave like a toddler, two fists opening out into stars & closing back again, over & over.
(maybe the eminem story is only funny if you know bean. but if you do, maybe you are laughing right now.)
my heart has been racing all day, even without caffeine. i need someone to come over & press down on my sternum v.hard & indulge me while i listen over & over to red devil dawn on my headphones as that is the only thing empirically proven to make me feel better, today.
