It’s Friday and I’m in a bad mood. I suppose I was due for a bad mood, things had been going relatively ok the past few weeks. Now I hold most everyone in disdain. That includes friends, and it almost includes Bill. He’s thisclose but since his father isn’t doing so well, he’s not on the list of the disdained. I figure if no one wants to hang out with me, fuck ’em. I don’t want to hang out with them either. It all fell apart, or fell together these feelings I currently hold. I didn’t want to go to work today but of course I had to. That was the initial feeling I woke up with. A disappointing way to wake up if you ask me.

Here’s some notes I wrote in my notebook. It comes in handy for moments like this.

On the Path train. To my right is the conductor doing chin ups as the train rolls from 33rd street to 23rd street. The office closed early today which for me is too late. I would have preferred leaving the office at 10:00 after putting in two hours. Once again the AMEX bill I thought I finished two months ago comes back to bite me on the ass. Such a waste. The paperwork I submitted can’t be found, it’s gone missing. People can be such stupid scumbags sometimes.

I walked to the bus terminal after work, taking my time, enjoying a Padron on my way. Once inside the terminal, I turn a corner and see a very long line of people waiting for the bus to Hoboken. I am in no mood to wait on line with these fucking idiots and I decide to walk to the Path train instead. Trying to walk on the shadow side of Eighth Avenue since the sun is finally beaming and it’s 85 degrees out.

I passed so many people looking for money, for drugs, to get home, for whatever. I am in no mood and glide on by. I get to 32nd street to catch the Path train when I spot an elderly gent who’s blind trying to walk against the crowds of people who want to get to Penn Station. I ask him if he needed help and he said that he did. I offer him my arm and it’s off we go. Bog old me, shielding him from the salmon swimming upstream to their Long Island trains.

His name was Ed and being an old man, he takes baby steps, or in this case old man steps. What should have been a 10 minute walk to the corner turns into a 30 minute walk. He did appreciate my assistance and also probably appreciated having someone to talk to and look out for him.

Ed was from Newark and now he lives in Port Washington. He used to work for B. Altman for 35 years and he was in the city for a haircut from the same woman who has been cutting his hair for close to 30 years. It used to be $2.00 for a haircut. Now it’s $14.00.

I walked Ed to 33rd Street and Broadway where there was less people and he was comfortable enough to continue on his own. I hope he gets back alright.

Now I’m back in Hoboken and I don’t care to see or hear from any of my friends. It’s easier to say that now, than to be disappointed when they don’t call or show up later. And what I mean by later, I mean over the weekend.

It’s a few hours later and I’ve mellowed somewhat. Most chill.