It’s Friday and all is relatively well. Just got back home with Bill after what may be my last session with Phillip Beansprout. Nothing bad happened but Bill and I reckoned that things are going well lately for us and as far as couples counseling we’ve learned our lessons and apply them daily, mainly we communicate better and often. And that was the main reason why were initially started going. Phillip didn’t put up any fight or anything. He was as usual cool as a cucumber. Bill is probably going to continue going on his own and I may drop in from time to time.

The reasoning behind ending the couples counseling was financial and constrained by time. I also didn’t have anything I could think of to talk about really. Yes you read that correctly. I did not have anything to say. Or to complain about. No, it’s not the end of the world, just that the initial problems that got Bill and myself into therapy have been taken care of or are at least underway, being an ongoing process and all. We’ll see and if worse comes to worse I can always start going to session again.

On the work front it was slow going, Felicia seems to recovered from whatever it was that was bothering her. It was odd the other day, but when she went to the doctor and then the hospital the other day, en route to the hospital she phoned telling me of her plan to go to Columbia Presbyterian hospital and I could clearly hear her dog barking in the background. I didn’t say anything to anyone, just kept it to myself until writing this. I can picture Felicia nervously screaming at her dog to shut up as she hung up the phone.

Earlier this week I had Terry working next to me, she’s a good kid. Having her in the office enabled me to get in later than usual the past three days which was a good thing though the train is a lot more crowded towards the middle of the rush hour and not conducive to reading the New Yorker. Some cute men in suits to discreetly look at though. That makes the commute easier at least but then again it’s a fast, crowded fifteen minute ride to Ninth Street from Hoboken. When the weather gets cooler I plan on wearing a suit one day a week for the thrill of it. I hate to see my suits neglected.

That’s something I’m looking forward to. I am really looking forward to a possible trip to the beach on Sunday with Julio. The weather seems most promising. Got a package from my sister and her family for my birthday and I haven’t opened it yet until I get the green light from the left coast. Could be cookies and brownies. Yum Yum.

Very good column by Thomas Friedman in the New York Times today about this crap piece of shit administration of course. There was also an article about the poisonous lionfish which usually resides in the Pacific Ocean and has been cropping up along the eastern seaboard.

I’ve worked with a lot of people in different jobs, and met some really nice folk that I never see or hear from anymore. I’ve been thinking about a few of them, Ann Boyles, the wonderful woman from Athens, GA. She was so cute and sexy and would sometimes flash me from her cube opposite me. She started flashing me when she found out that I had never been with a woman sexually. A few women wanted to be my first, but it never happened much to their dismay. Ann was a lot of fun though. We partied quite a bit before she packed up and moved back to Athens. I heard she got married.

Maurice Menares was another friend that I lost contact with. Last I saw him was when Julio and I went to see Beck at Radio City Music Hall back in the last century. Maurice used to work at McSwells back in the day, then he got a job as a nanny for the child of Thurston and Kim from Sonic Youth. Really great guy, he had a crush on Ann Boyles who liked him but not like liked him. Heartbreak soup. Last I heard he was managing the XL store for the Beastie Boys in Los Angeles. I hope he’s doing well.

Kevin Wagner was a good mate. I went to high school with him and didn’t really get along, but we worked together at the book warehouse. In school his nickname was piglet because he had pinkish skin. He liked metal and I liked punk so we were diametrically opposed in school. At work we were friends, we even had to drive to Austin, TX on a special errand for the head of the company. That was a bonding experience. Kevin was one of the last people then to find out that I was gay and was greatly upset at being the last to know. He came up to me and wanted to know why and I told him that I didn’t want to risk losing his friendship, though if I had to lie to remain his friend it wasn’t a real friendship anyway.

That actually made our friendship stronger, though not strong enough for time and distance since he moved to Orlando FL in the mid eighties. I did get in contact with him in 2000 to see if he was going to the high school reunion. He said he couldn’t make it, he was just up with his wife visiting their folks in Saddle Brook NJ. I did go to the reunion solo and left totally wired and whacked out of my head swearing that if another 20 years went by without seeing my former classmates it would be fine with me.

There are a few other people that left a mark on my life, people that I think of from time to time. I often think about some bad people from my past, people that have done me wrong, or betrayed me and I don’t miss them unless I’m thinking of revenge and I try not to think of that. I’d rather think of the nice people and hope all is well with them.