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Once again, I can’t go on/I’ll go on. I wonder if anyone has figured out where that is from? It’s been a beautiful day today. So pleasant, sun has been shining, a nice breeze wafts through the air.

Bill came home, safe and sound from Amish County bearing bagels and the paper and went right to bed. He’s off again driving the bus down to North Haverbrook.

Some sort of whoop dee doo happening down there tonight. I don’t ask questions, I don’t get involved.

I stopped by the bibliothèque as I walked over to Pier A for more of my strumming. I returned Joe Strummer: The Future is Unwritten. I’ve seen it before and ultimately it’s sad. But it’s a warts and all look at Joe.

I had another Joe Strummer DVD called Let’s Rock Again by Dick Rude. I lent it to my brother and when I asked for it back a number of months ago he didn’t know I lent it to him, he had forgotten.

I hope to see it again, but chances are I might not. That’s karma I suppose. A small price to pay. I sat under a tree on a granite bench and played my guitar in the usual spot.

Tariq is still MIA since he was featured online in Hoboken Patch. I texted him the link to the story but got no response. It was fine playing guitar on my own though.

Up to a point that is.

After about an hour of playing guitar up comes the Mister Softee truck, not playing his chimes, but actually quite worse, parked with the loud hum of the diesel engine going.

I knew if nobody bought ice cream they would move on but a few people did. On top of that, about 30 feet away from 2 mandolin players and a guitarist set up, case opened for cash and just started playing.

Not paying any attention to me, and I was there first. Twenty-something scumbags with no sense of protocol. I mean, I move on if I see someone playing nearby. Sometimes even rebuffing their invitations to play.

These Holy Anal Wankers just did their faux bluegrass or whatever it was. And people dropped money in their case. It’s a good thing I’m not in it for the money.

I did my best to play loud enough to throw them off, and eventually they did move further down Pier A and set up shop there.

I don’t know if I would have played with them if they asked me to, but my playing Elton John’s Hercules seemed to be the number that shooed the Holy Anal Wankers away.

And not too long after the Holy Anal Wankers moved away, Mister Softee gave up the ghost and moved on somewhere else.

By that time it was going on three hours that I was out strumming. Bill mentioned that he had to be awake at 4:15 so I decided to make it on home and wake his bus driving ass up.

And he was stirring when I walked through the door. Now he’s been gone about an hour.

And then there’s me, trying not to write and failing in my attempt.
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Been a muggy day today. Quite hummus. It just rained for a minute or two. Sky is dark grayish. Been a long sweaty day. Not complaining though. Last night was comedy on NBC and it was entertaining. Bill was actually home to watch most of them.

Community was good, but not as good as the previous week. Parks and Recreation was funnier than it’s been. Who knew Rob Lowe would make such a difference. And the other guy, who’s name I forget from Party Down, the very funny show on Starz channel, even funnier.

The Office was merely OK, but 30 Rock was the best. I suppose it changes week to week, one show funnier than the rest with Parks & Recreation usually coming in last.

This just in, http://www.kannekt.com is a rip off and not worth your time. I just wanted to add that since they never publish my reviews, so therefore it is safe to assume they suck. Don’t got there!

From one window on my right, I see the sun heading towards the west. On the left gray skies ominously approach. I am about to head out to pick up Bill’s laundry. Hopefully one step ahead of the storm.

And I was more than a few steps ahead of the storm. Just a lot of rumbling in the distance, but not much action going on here.

I heard from Pedro earlier today. His mom is now in the hospital. He needed me to look into hotel rates so that he can stay closer to the hospital instead of two hours away in Otisville. I was able to get him a good rate on a hotel near the George Washington Bridge in Fort Lee.

Cheaper since I called, cheaper than the online price that was quoted.

Somehow we got on the subject of suits and ties and he’s now totally into the concept. He’s had a few reasons to wear a suit the past week or so and found that he gets even more respect while in a suit and tie as opposed to just showing off his muscles.

We sort of made a plan to go suit shopping one of these days. That would be hot. Yes, I said it. He’s hot and to see him all suited up would be even hotter. He knows how I feel. After all he’s the one who showed me a full frontal shot a few years ago that sobered me right up.

Of course it was fleeting glance, he showed it once again and would not send it to my phone. I was impressed though. Impressed enough to write about almost 3 years later. What can I say? I love the guy. And not in that way, but in the other way. The difference is in how you interpret it.

So Bill is off driving a bus to Amish country, Lancaster Country. He wasn’t too happy about it, but that’s how the wheels on the bus go round and round.

For some reason Hot Stuff by Donna Summer has been playing through my head today so I thought I would post the video here. And yes, I also thought of The Full Monty, when the guys are in the queue for their dole collection.

Lawn Hors d’œuvre canceled!

I might not write this weekend. Just because.