Back in my Arms Again The Supremes / Don’t Go (yes) Yaz

Both songs were in my head right after each other. I am back in the belly of the major fruit stand and it seems pointless for me to be there but they’re paying me to be there so I am there. It’s Violet’s domain so I defer to what she wants. Yesterday she wanted to take lunch at noon so I took lunch at 1:00. Today she wants to take lunch at 1:00 so I am taking lunch at noon. I try to be (accommodated, dating a combo dating) accommodating.

And as you can probably tell I am dictating these into my phone so there will be plenty of parentheses going around unless I edit in the evening.

I just spoke to Bill. He’s on his way upstate New York and hit traffic so we will talk later so he says. I slept well last night, crazy ass dreams but I really don’t remember it I just remember waking up saying that was a crazy (history) dream.

So I’m off tomorrow. But I will be returning to the city to shop at the store near my fruit stand to buy a present for my niece’s daughter. Today is her birthday and Saturday is fine and on Sunday there will be a barbecue weather permitting I assume.

So it’s been 25 years since 9/11 and all the news reports are regurgitating those stories from back then. Watch Jon Stewart on The Daily Show last night and he ended with a plug for John Field f e a l and his book. I worked around John Feal at that horrible law firm. I found him to be quite a dick. Someone that you could say hello to looking right in the face and he couldn’t bring himself to say it back and in my world that constitutes a dick

I do have T-shirts that he gave out that I only wear when I really don’t care how I look and I rarely wear them out in public. I only wear them around the apartment where no one can see them.

I haven’t heard from Mike today (did I get) but then again he’s not going to call me while I’m working in the belly of the fruit stand. He knows better. So I may call him sooner rather than later. It all depends on how many words I get done. And just because I call him doesn’t mean he’s going to answer the phone. He could be talking to his beloved (wait) Wade.

I defer to Violet so much that the music that is played is her choice of music. I try to find other things that are innocuous and pleasant to the ear, possibly unknown but that’s how I do things and I can’t expect anyone else to do the same. Imagination but it all ties into what it all ties into.

This is what it used to be but then again what is?

Back at the major fruit stand today aka the belly of the beast. It’s not as bad as it’s been no fires as far as I can tell. Taking it slow means I’m not taking my time. And it’s a beautiful Wednesday afternoon September 9th 99 I am in the concrete Park having a small cigar.

Bill is running around somewhere he’s going to be driving tomorrow coming back on Friday or Saturday. (Like I said) Mike is in his crib. We had a good talk last night about how I don’t believe in myself or I don’t think I’m handsome. Both are correct. He tries to reassure me that I am sexy or at least when I’m smoking a cigar walking down the street. I walk like I’m black whatever that means. Can’t be too conscious about it because I won’t know how to do it correctly so I’ll do it subconsciously.

And it’s true I do not believe in myself. I never got any attitude of ‘you could do it son’ from my parents or my family; if anything it was just encouragement to get by. Which works for me up to a point I suppose but I certainly lack ambition and smoking weed took care of whatever admission was left. I was not encouraged to go to school meaning college when that time came I realized that it was not for me, being a waste of time and money.

So it worked which I enjoyed somewhat and then fell into a various crowds of college graduates and/or graduate students. Remember half a dozen graduate students from Columbia University working on a project for William Jovanovich. They seemed to like me and I seemed to like them and I don’t think they’d suffer pools gladly so as welcomed into the fold.

Don Bollinger married Michelle (McCarty) Ricciardi. I went to their wedding and reception. I don’t know how I did. I’m sure I didn’t stay for the whole thing. Michelle was nice but she turned out to be HR which I knew, but I didn’t know what HR did then. They married, they moved around the block from me in Hoboken on Jefferson Street and they moved away and they moved away from each other (I) got divorced.

Don moved to Hollywood and I’m sure he has a presence on IMDb, Michelle did her own thing and passed away a few years ago. She read a staffing agency for college graduates called red cup staffing. I found that out looking her up trying to find a job for my niece Hillary and when I saw she died I realized there was no point in it at all.She was nice and rather pretty.

And I am now working in the belly of the beast. In two days it will be September 11th, 25 years from that awful event 2001. I remember it like it was yesterday and I’m sure I’ll do something about it or write something about it when the time comes. But today not really

Crestfallen: Yancy: the extended week
Drips and (traps) drabs (but) bought a favorite cigar yesterday salesman took four bucks off I came in again tonight to get the same thing different salesman got one buck off

Bill has taken to eating my bread and he’s been good at replacing it but not this time you had all day to replace it but he’s not and he’s getting up crazy early in the morning so he’s not doing it tonight or tomorrow which means I have to be cautious with the use of bread.
I have scheduled 3 days of work this week. Federal holiday on Monday, personal time off on Friday. I thought I was in the belly of the beast for today only but Yancy mentioned that I was in the belly of the beast tomorrow as well. So that three day work week feels like a five day work week. Not really. I am being dramatic. But still…

And Bill went to go pick up his laundry. On the way to the laundromat, he went out of his way to buy bread for me.

This guy, Bill.