Beautiful Sunday just popped into my head although it’s Friday
I wonder who sang that song… was it Mark Lindsey? I don’t know, but it was a song from the ’70s, over 50 years ago. It was performed by ‘Daniel Boone’ way back in 1972.

Once again I am at my own little corner of the fruit stand and it’s going to sound weird but I much prefer the other location since it’s always busy there’s always people walking by at this location it’s just me and the house cleaner

It was wonderful but she’s in a lot of pain she had a knee operation a few months ago and never really followed up with rehab she just went right back into work and now she’s paying the price for it

I meant to her that if I could help let me know and I will help it’s not like I have anything else to do but she just says no and brushes me off.

So a nor’easter is approaching and also a full moon which resembles something that happened 14 years ago with some hurricane named Sandy full moon high tide big storm all at once. Somehow I had (to) the foresight to do my grocery shopping last night because the supermarket will probably be underwater tomorrow because the storm is expected to begin tonight.

And it’s in the 60s temperature wise today 60°, this is (President?) enough but I see people bundled up as if they’re heading towards the Arctic and everything: scarves, hats, gloves, you name it.

Part of my storm preparation cuz I have to replenish my pre-ground flower supply I was down to just a few pinches last night and I have to hunker down and might as well have red eyes when I’m doing it

I also went to Wendy’s and got the combo hamburger and fries and once again the very handsome homeless guy was holding the door wearing the do-rag and has such a deep rough sexy voice.

And someone from my past suggested that we get together and make love once again and I explain to them that I’m not really doing that anymore it’s just too much trouble and I do appreciate the relationship that we have now and entering sex into it it only alter the relationship that we have and I’d really rather not.

Of course I say that at 1:48 p.m. on September 25th, a Friday and at 1:58 p.m. on September 25th that Friday I could change my mind. Perhaps that guy at Wendy’s holding the door if only he came up to me hahaha…

But even those days are gone. I would say almost 40 years ago I had to meet somebody on the street, and we’d go back to my crib, over there crib, or some hidden alcove, but those days are gone.

I am now the old man that I was looking for, and the younger types don’t interest me, and the older types are few and far between, so I’m left with the right arm that looks like Popeye’s.

And that was today, September 25th, Friday, and September the dictation, which I think went well; perhaps it’s the location that I dictated, or perhaps it’s just that I’m speaking clearly and concisely perhaps, perhaps, for us perhaps

I say hello and good morning to many people who have earbuds and headphones on so they can’t hear me and so cannot reply in kind.

I am in the belly of the fruit stand. I am still persona number two, not necessarily non grata, but I have to defer to whatever somebody else is doing. Whereas most of the week I’ve been taking lunch at 1:00 today I have to take it at noon because the person has to take it at 1:00 and I have to make sure that somebody is here so the level of bullshit has up to my knees and they’ll probably be higher up to my chin by the end of the day. It went well and I adapted.

“Hello Fruity reception this is John”

I like to take lunch later in the day but later for this crowd means 1:00 p.m. so it’s 1:00 p.m. that I like to take lunch although I am merely visiting the belly of the fruit stands. I defer to Violet she has been out the past couple of days and has returned today and said she wanted to take lunch at 1:00 p.m.

So here I am outside at noon in that same old concrete Park where it is where I have been smoking a small cigar and then going back to the belly of the fruit stand to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with my last cup of coffee for the day.

(Bank) Mike is on his way back to his crib because his parole officer has been talking about paying a visit and could be today could be tomorrow but Mike definitely has to be there.

Mike and I talked about this yesterday about how the parole officer is due for a visit and sure enough he (cannot) was contacted this morning.

Mike wanted to watch Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Part 1 so I hooked it up and within minutes he was fast asleep on the couch which was fine by me. I played the movie through and (she) went to bed after that

A bike ride does not seem possible this weekend since a nor’easter is expected and it’s supposed to come in tonight or tomorrow and wreck havoc Saturday and Sunday which does not make for a good bike ride.

I intend to go to the supermarket on Saturday as I usually do. Hopefully it will not be underwater which it is prone to do (for) or looks like looting happens since people panic and buy whatever they think they might need to hunker down.

I actually went after work since the storm is expected on Friday night

There was a time when I would get high at lunch time go back to wherever it was I was working with red eyes and an incomplete look. Nowadays I don’t do that. I have too much at stake and I don’t want to have to look for another job but now it’s legal but then again so is drinking and they do (friend) frown upon doing it to drink at lunch coming back from lunch drum drunk.
Lots of motorized noise going on but I left him right there’s no escape from it. It’s like an (eisenstein neubaten) Einstürzende Neubauten track

I used to get those squiggly protozoa things floating in my eyes. I used to think it made me special. Then I read that it happens to a lot of people, but not everyone. No one really talked about it which made me feel special. Once I read that it happens frequently it seems to have stopped happening with me. I have not seen it or have had it happen quite a while.

I used to have Elton John song Tell me when the whistle blows as my alarm and today I changed it to John Philip Sousa the Liberty Bell which is known mainly as the theme to Monty Python’s Flying Circus without the raspberry at the end