It’s Monday, and you can probably figure out the date. It’s been a good weekend with Mike while Bill is somewhere in the Midwest? The south? I can see him online but cannot describe or name the part of the country where he is located. What part of the country is Nashville? I’m sure you know, but it escapes me at the moment.

The weekend was Mike and me, chillin’. A few episodes of Golden Girls were watched and I rented Pillion, which was, for me, a disappointment. Not as funny, not as romantic as I had heard. Mike is inching his way into the leather world and would like for me to accompany him. I just find the leather world too one dimensional and lacking in warmth and or humor.

There was a time, I’m guess about twenty years ago. I had a playdate with a man in the east of Midtown on the river. I prepared for it all day. Juan knew about it, Bill did not of course. I took a train to Midtown and walked east. I knocked on the guy’s door and was let in.

No warmth, or humor or anything resembling hospitality. I knew within minutes that this was not where I wanted to be and was back on the street soon after. I’m sure the inhospitable host was surprised. I remember calling Juan afterward and explaining what had happened. And a few months later, at Folsom East with Juan, I think I saw the geezer. I was immune to his glare and moved on with Juan.

I suppose the timing must be right for me to enjoy being in a scene like that. I had been around the scene but never so much as being in the scene. And when I attempted to do so, it never quite worked out. Mike prods and suggests and I am hesitant, since I am a sociable and humorous guy, and they are not.

46 years ago, I attended the Beatlefest with Perry Dedovitch. It was only a few months since John Lennon was murdered, and there was definitely a weird vibe to it, at least for me.

I thought Perry was so cool, and since he was known to smoke weed, I wanted to do the same. That Sunday night in the parking lot at the Meadowlands Hilton, I smoked my first joint and nothing happened. Nothing happened the second time either, but the third time was the charm.

I forgot where I was; it may have been in Perry’s van, and the universe revealed itself to me. Everything was funny, and all food tasted amazing. Driving around, me laughing hysterically and getting burgers with everything on them at the Dairy Queen on River Road in Garfield.

It was a simpler life back then. I was getting high all the time after that. A few years before my mother made me swear on the grave of her mother that I would never smoke pot. I swore, and then a year or so after, I proselytized for the weed.

I did not smoke in high school, though many other guys did. I was a bad enough student and did not need external stimulation to sink my grades even further.

At my desk I once again played the B-52’s playlist, followed by the Brian Eno remix of protection by massive attack and I also played the massive attack Tom Waits collaboration which came out last week. Then I started playing the XTC playlist and now at lunch wear Blue Danube is playing in my head as well as Kate Bush which could be the playlist I play when I go back to my desk

Does anyone have an idea what season will be tomorrow?

Back at my favorite fruit stand. It’s a Friday in April, the 17th, they say and I have no choice but to agree with them. Bill is on the road, south of the Mason Dixon line. He got to his destination while I slept. I left Mike on the couch where it was cooler.

I was asleep by 10:45 or so and I slept well. I was expecting Mike to join me in the bed but he opted for the couch which is more than fine with me and it is enabling me to have a very good night sleep one wake up at 2:00 for water and then I wake up at 6:05 knowing I had 15 minutes does my eyes for one minute and next thing you know it was time to get out of bed.

I am currently dictating this into my phone and also writing a letter to Chaz and Kathe in Texas. I think this might be a thing correspondence I write things and send them and Chaz catch things out of the newspapers and send them to me I suppose Kathy might walk to and from the mailbox hopefully they’re entertained by what I send.

It is a very quiet day here today. It’s a Friday so a lot of people might be working from home. The PATH train was not crowded this morning though that does not mean it will be the same for the return trip. More often than not, it gets a little bit crowded and I have had the odea of standing for the return trip.

I have an online meeting from 12:00 PM to 12:45 PM and then a lesson of sorts from 1:00 PM to 2:45 PM. I asked if it could be moved but since this was attended by a few other people or employees or students my request fell on deaf ears and blind eyes.

It’s been so quiet that I took Yancy’s ‘advice’ and took a break. A stroll to New Amsterdam, a dispensary near the fruit stand that Jimmy Chile recommended. It was a few blocks away and took some time to get there and even more time to get back. I did not partake though some other fruit stand workers have admitted to me that there is no way they can get through the day without enjoying some trees.

I tried that once, maybe 20 years ago at Putnam Lovell NBF or Wanker Banker if you will. I used to wake and bake frequently and that one morning 20 years I thought I would see if it was still manageable or worthwhile.

It was neither. Everything was slower than usual, paranoia was on the rise, and I had to keep telling people I had allergies.

But writing that instance reminded me of Trader Joe’s or Jaded Toes if you will, and one shift I had decided to smoke a bit of greenery and a customer noticed and complained to management, and left me with one of two strikes. I did not hang about for the third strike and left with the two I had accumulated.