A nice spring day which I am hesitant to mention lest things go awry. That is always a possibility. I got to the fruit stand and adjusted the shades which made a difference. And as the sun moved, as the earth moved, I readjusted the shades so that things will appear brighter, luminous wise.

Quick confession. On my way from one fruit stand to another fruit stand, I visited a dispensary that Jimmy Chile recommended. I have gone there a few times already and was generally satisfied. Yesterday’s visit was more of the same with a different product, which I enjoyed last night and am pleasantly feeling the after effects this morning.

It feels like a throwback to the way things used to be, not knowing if what Marcus or Jesse or Poncho, my Rasta bredren, was indica or sativa since those terms existed but were never used, at least not by us. Maybe they would say that one week it was very mellow or the next week was a bit energetic.

The mellow would be indica and the energetic would be sativa. I always go for the indica as I do not need stimulation, especially near bedtime. So, I am happily hungover, everything is pleasantly fuzzy around the edges and I am OK with that.

Mike falls asleep at the drop of a hat after eating dinner. After his hot dogs, he stretched out on the couch and within minutes, he was snoring. At one point, I had to wake him up to let him know he was snoring. Bill was calling from on the road and could hear Mike in the background.

Marcus just walked by, moody as ever, looking at his phone, baseball cap pointing up from his forehead.

He has not been pleasant to be around, so I will do my best to keep my distance. He is eating his Chik a Fil just a few feet away from. Marcus knows of the boycott and does not care which is fine, it is his prerogative.

The day is now halfway done. I plan on eating ruit this afternoon. I am looking at a banana and an orange. Banana is first, orange will be later, I’ve done this menu plan previously and it is just enough to get me home. Mike is at my apartment and will return to his crib this evening to make it hospitable for his beloved Wade.

A lovely springtime lunch I’m walking around the Chelsea flat iron area. On my walk I thought I saw my former Algerian supervisor Lurlene Lumbago. I admit I did something rotten 7 years ago after they let me go and even confessed to it on Fesshole on what used to be Twitter.

It was such an underhanded thing that they were taking a back and would not post it where other people post various things that are not good or potentially embarrassing. This was beyond the pale. And I did it knowing that she had so much karmic that attached and I added to it which increased my karmic debt. Not very smart, not very kind, and I look back with regret.

The next day. Nothing has happened but it may be too early to tell as we are only half way through the day. As scheduled I was supposed to be at the main fruit stand today. That is where I started the day, working alongside Violeta at Janis’ desk. It went well, Violeta and I get along fine. Some laughs were had. Janis flitted about and Kimberly remained unseen by my eyes on another fruit stand platform.

Yancy was busy lurking about yet in a satisfactory mood. It seems he was aligned with my situation rather than Brandon and his put-upon twenty-something malaise. But even that might be too early to follow through on. As Yancy lurked word was received that Marcus was working at home today and no one would be at the fruit stand where I usually sit.

It was decided by Yancy that I should go back to the fruit stand, and I definitely had no problem with regards to that. It was not going to be immediate, time would tell when I would go. And Janis was the time keeper and when she was done doing her tasks, she returned to her fruit stand area allowing me to head out.

She suggested that I take a subway from there to here nut I’m not a fan of the subway and opted to walk. It was clammy and by the time I was at ‘my’ fruit stand I was somewhat drenched in sweat. I had back up undershirts so it was no big deal. And I’ve been sitting at the fruit stand watching the fruit ripen.

Last night was alright. Mike talked me in, off the ledge as did Bill from the road he was on. Bill received the text of yesterday’s tale and Mike heard the verbal side of things. Both were on my side naturally, and I think Yancy was too. I have an inkling that Yancy is of the mind that what happens on Tuesday stays in Tuesday, since Wednesday is a new day.

Mike drifted in and out of a nap as I talked to Bill on the phone. At one point I was looking at texts, and one in particular from Larry David. I archived it when all of a sudden it appeared once again. I tried archiving it to no avail and finally opted to deleted but that was not happening.

And then it was happening but I did not notice it moved from Larry David to Bill’s text and I wound up deleting 17,000 texts from Bill over the years. It seemed yesterday was an accursed day. I panicked and tried to access my trash bin all the while Google telling me it was not going to happen, and then it was going to happen.

I was able to retrieve the texts from over the years, which was a relief and a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Mike and I watched 1982’s Poltergeist. We had each seen it before. I saw it in a theater back in the day and it was the early days of smoking pot for me so I was considerably stoned as well as a bit freaked out.

I was planning on having a little cigar as I walked from one fruit stand to the other but decided not to. I think it was an accomplishment because a part of me thinks I smoke too much.

It was 11 years ago that Chris Gohorel died. That menas it’s been 11 years since Kevin, my late ex-roommate told the ever so wonderful Scrut Herbisox that I had posted photos of Chris’ belongings being set at the curb. I never did such a thing and I think that was probably the last time I ever said anything to Kevin. He passed away in 2023. Scrut still lives though.