night of 5/21/10

janine and i are trying to pull out of a parking lot. a car is blocking the way, having tried to cut the line in. i pull up, window to window. i recognize the driver's face from tv but don't recall the name. he asks if he can cut through. i say: "sure, man! i love your music." i'm talking to janine about who it was. at first i think is might have been a fictional singer, whom janine says was played by eddie murphy, but then i realize: "that was pootie tang!" i mean the actor who played pootie tang.

then janine and i are looking at a new house. the kitchen is spacious but lined with yellowed, behemoth appliances from the seventies. i say "and we just replaced our oven!" there is a separate freezer that i don't recognize as such, at first, because the element consists of a great metal enclosure inside the door, like a giant version of a tiny hotel room freezer. back toward the bedrooms two of the doors are closed with light behind them; i am hesitant to go back since i don't know if anyone is home. i want to see the bedrooms though because if we're going to buy the house i should look at them. i go with janine back to the door that is open. it looks like a kid's bedroom with a bedroll for a bed. at first i think the room is tiny but then i see that the bare floor continues under dark green carpet like moss. under the carpet the ground is lumpy, with raised sections. this is not really a very good bedroom.