So, for some reason, WordPress refuses or has stopped allowing photographs in my postings. Sometimes they allow it, other times they do not, and for the past two days, they have not, even though I go through the motions posting it only to find nothing works.
It allows printed words but not images
It is February 10th, 2026, a Tuesday. The temperature is in the 30s, which is quite balmy considering that for the past couple of days it’s been in the teens.
So many things run through my mind that so many times. Today it was that band called Kitchens of Distinction. They were on A&M records, and some friends of mine worked there.
The Kitchens were playing some club somewhere, and I was on the list, and I brought my friend Steven. We were invited to the after-party at some place in Chelsea, and the leader of the band, Patrick Fitzgerald, was immediately smitten with Steven, and I was relegated to third wheel status.
They were an item, so whether or not their relationship is consummated is unknown to me. Steven likes twinks. Patrick was not a twink. But still, they hung out, and I was never invited to hang out.
Lord have mercy, I am embarrassed by so many things that occurred 20, 30, 40 years ago that still haunt me upon occasion. I look back, and I blush and hide my face. I’m sure the people I’ve interacted with and these embarrassing moments do not recall, but for me, they pop up every now and then like acne.
We approached the middle of February, perhaps the Ides. My phone bill cycle ends today, and I’ve been good at managing data. It’s a feather in the cap, and it’s a small feather in a large cap.
So have a job that I like, and it’s a good job. I like the people I’m wit,h so they’re not around that often, and I spend a lot of time by myself. No one to talk to, I went to interact with, not much is going on, and the face of time is a cruel crawl.
Yesterday at this job, I made the mistake of being lazy and actually typing the blog entry on my computer, which is something I should not have done, but here we are, and I had done it, nothing seems to have happened, but anything could actually.
Mike is at his crib. Bill is with Jim at the gym. They spoke yesterday on the phone primarily about the Bad Bunny performance at the Super Bowl. Both were moved by the situation, whereas I didn’t pay much attention to it. Just because my mind was elsewhere.
I’m coming up on being here for 3 hours, so it’s not quite 3 hours yet. It’s been a long morning, and it’s not over yet.
I was asked to watch the door of the fruit stand a few blocks away, and it has been easy to do such a thing. I just have to keep refreshing the iPad every couple of minutes or so. Marcus requested it, and so I cannot let Marcus down.
