XTC Towers of London plays in my head. And a great song is a great single, great picture (please leave leave) sleeve. And also had a good b-side and I do not remember the name of that b-side perhaps it was the Somnambulist (some namulist).

fuck you
This dictation is killing me

I am at the belly of the fruit stand today. I have a better approach to it, perhaps it’s because I had a very good night’s sleep last night. And I am been very productive this morning now it is 12:16 p.m. and I am on my lunch since Violet requested lunch at 1:00 I of course defer to her judgment

Bill is under the weather. He’s been sniffling and coughing for the past 48 hours. Last night I thought I was coming down with it but today I feel a whole lot better so I don’t think I’m coming down with it so I am exposed to whatever it is that he has.

I also take public transportation surrounded by people that have who knows what
And since I’m in the belly of the fruit stand I am in that concrete park a (blocker) block away having a small cigar watching various people on their 12:00 lunch hour (to drink it) doing whatever it is that they do.

But I’m being productive which is very good cuz usually I’m clumsy and different passing things to Violet that I can’t handle but today I seem to have a grip on things

Had a dream involving the E Street Band being at Maxwell’s. It was peculiar in the last dream that I recall before waking up 5 minutes before the alarm clock. Bruce walked in towards the end.

(The bill) Bill is slowly recovering from whatever he has and he’s going to be gone from the 19th for 9 days. Mike is getting over whatever he had last weekend so who knows? He does plan on coming over once Bill hits the road but who knows how that will work out specially since his parole officer decides things at the most inopportune times

And even talking to Yancy today hasn’t been that bad. He’s been amiable. There is a get-together after work tomorrow at the belly of the fruit stand but I do not think I will attend since I have to attend to Bill getting better and then hitting the road.

(Anne Murray Anne Murray) Annemarie and Rex have returned from the south of France so I guess we will be falling into that routine of Saturday phone calls. Exciting!

Today is Wednesday September 16th and it is another lovely Summer afternoon. I hope it holds up until this evening when I go home at 5:00 p.m. I will swing by and say hello to (hero day) Roda on my way home.
I had a charming encounter with a French coworker that I never met before. At least, I thought it was charming.

Perhaps a Samuel Beckett essay will follow.

Back to dictation. Concrete jungle by Bob Marley plays in my head. Very good song appears on a couple of his albums, live and in the studio

I am reminded of when I was working at 36 West 37th Street at skyline studios. It was the height of my Rasta reggae infatuation. Hanging out one night in the hallway I just had considerably red eyeballs considerably red and me with a gold magic marker in my hand feeling holier than now and tagging up a marble hallway or a hallway lined with marble walls writing no chains around my feet but I’m not free.

Those were the days my friend. Now I don’t see anybody from that time except for maybe Miriam online. She wished me a happy birthday the other day.

Mike’s beloved, wade, has a job offer in New jersey. It’s a big jump from Northern California to New Jersey but that seems to be the plan and I just hope it works out for all concerned

There’s that beautiful black man running by with his headphones on I should have taken his picture but it would be too obvious

It’s another gorgeous Summer afternoon on September 15th. Having had off on Monday I’m at work again on Tuesday. People have commented on my haircut which is understandable since last week it was down to my shoulders and this week it’s barely an inch off my head.

Today I’m at my fruit stand. Tomorrow I will be at the belly of the other food stamp stand.

I have certainly smoked a lot of cigars these past 4 days and I felt it yesterday with bike riding and just walking to work this morning. I told myself perhaps I should cut back and I didn’t listen to myself because I’m outside at my spot smoking a cigar and not a mini cigar but it’s (a guy that it went last week a cigar) that I bought last week.

Julio’s has been working on Dexter: Resurrection. I mentioned to him that a friend of mine, (at Irwin) Pat Irwin, did the music for (us) it. I sort of fudged it though; Pat is a Facebook friend and I have chatted with them a couple of times in person. Pat Irwin is a very nice guy and very talented.

Regardless (cigar v cigar) the cigar that I have smoking is larger than I am used to and I am uncertain whether or not I will finish it before I go back to the office and have to do something with it carrying it around won’t suffice

Perhaps getting at least halfway through it would be the only choice that I have

It was cold (and) in the fruit stand because the air conditioner was on and I was uncertain how it would be on the street. I wore a fleece at the fruit stand and wore it downstairs to the street where I found that it’s warm enough to not need the (police or the police please please) f l e e c e.

Oh this dictation drives me nuts and I will have to edit these things when I get home tonight

I just watched a man who maybe (announced) unhoused walk up to a garbage can holding a drink which he put on the firebox next to the garbage again can and started yelling in Spanish at the garbage can as he goes through looking for food or empty bottles to be recycled

He just grabbed his beverage and walked away shouting in Spanish.

I’m sitting smoking my cigar minding my own business watching everybody go by. A woman (except) smoked a Parliament cigarette and sits about 6 feet away from me. I assume that she will complain about the cigar or the smoke or the smell but she just sat there and getting up a moment ago she turns to me and says nice cigar and walks away.

Concrete jungle with marble walls
A guy with big hair and a Mickey mouse tie underneath his suit jacket just walked by and said he liked my socks. They are yellow socks with images of The Beatles on it.

It’s either you it’s either me it’s either two or maybe three