I awoke on my couch in the late afternoon to see it was snowing outside . . . Elina and I had both taken half a Trazodone, hoping it would heavily sedate us before the sun came up, and it had essentially put us into a coma . . .

I could not rouse Elina and so I got up and made coffee and watched the snow fall from my kitchen window. The sun had already begun to set . . . I shotgunned my coffee and put on my jacket and went out onto the street in my pajamas and filmed the snow for a little while. There was barely anyone on the sidewalks. I wondered if it were a public holiday. I felt an uncanny feeling that I was still asleep and dreaming.

Back upstairs, sleeping Elina had burrowed into my comforter . . . I made a big-ass smoothie and sat down on the couch and thought about what we would watch when she finally woke up.

Lately I have been showing Elina some DUDES DONE WRONG movies . . .

. . . which was the theme of a movie night McCune and I used to host back in Oakland during The Beautiful Days. “Dudes Done Wrong” is simple and self-explanatory: a movie in which a Dude, be they man or woman, is Done Wrong by someone or something. Often this Dude then proceeds to get revenge upon the thing which did them wrong. You might call this drama. There are a million fine movies which fit inside this container. It’s a great theme!

Anyway: last night I had Elina watch MANDY and then DRIVE. I think she liked them both. I had not seen either in some time.

In DRIVE, Brother Gosling’s nameless driver character befriends his cute neighbor and her son. The cute neighbor is married, but her husband is in prison for a long time, and so they form a sort of romance. He comes to care for her and her son very deeply. But the deadbeat loser husband is released from prison early and comes home . . . he owes protection money to some guys he met on inside and now the bill has come due. The mobsters threaten to kill him and his entire family if he doesn’t do a job for them. So Gosling, a professional getaway driver, decides to help the deadbeat loser rip off a pawn shop in order to pay that debt for him . . . purely so the wife and son will be safe.

Elina accidentally said something very flattering: “That’s something you would do.”

And I thought: “Yeah . . . actually, I would do that (lol)~”

Now it is 7:30 pm and Elina is finally waking up, so I reckon we’re going to walk through the snow to Edeka to buy avocados and use them for some guacamole recipe she found. And then we’ll do what we always do, which is get stoned and film things and watch movies and play SILENT HILL 2. I have told Elina she’s my intern now and she said she’s OK with that. I’m going to have business cards made for her and everything. Hey man, why not . . . I love it . . .