Friday for most, some other day for me. What else is new? Slept really well last night, woke up groggy, barely remembering Bill kissing me goodbye in the morning and telling me he loves me.

Nice thing to wake up to and sweet dreams were followed by an awful alarm clock, the radio banter of the DJ’s on the oldies station. They were making an appearance at some food court at some mall somewhere in New Jersey.

I got my act together and after checking emails, I checked to see if there were any worthwhile jobs that I should send my resume to. But sad to say there weren’t any jobs worth sending anything to. I’m not reeling like I was yesterday.

The ‘coming in second place’ really knocked me for a loop. I was so certain that I did well and perhaps I did well coming in second, hopefully it was not a competition between me and someone else. Come in cousins, this cousin needs your help. I write that knowing that the cousins don’t read this here blog.

It was quite a blustery morning today. And with rain expected I wore a rain coat of Bill’s that he doesn’t or hasn’t worn in a while. Looks better on me anyhow. I had a quick cigar waiting for the bus and then headed into the city, walking through the bus terminal to the subway.

Figured out how to get to the exit that I really wanted to find which was basically a high point of the morning. Made it into the shop on time. It was Don, Calvin and Bradley.

Bradley is the new guy and really tries too hard to be friends with everyone. Last week he tried humor which I missed most of, only coming in to hear a remark about John Lennon being dead. He knows a lot about cigars after working in a cigar shop in North Carolina for 12 years.

Now he’s up here and trying to fit in, but stepping on toes as he tries. And those toes are mine. I’ve tried to help him out, letting him know where he can get good suits on the cheap, where to get a good lunch cheap, or even breakfast.

But it seems he doesn’t trust me and would rather eat his Pay Day candy bar for breakfast and going to Subway everyday for lunch. Me, I’m like Andrew Weil next to him. I eat breakfast at home and bring a sandwich for lunch.

But after a week of extending an olive branch, my arm is tired and simply couldn’t be arsed to be his friend. Co-workers, sure. friends- doubtful. He’s very much a kiss up anyhow. It’s only been two weeks that he’s been working at the shop but the hickeys on Calvin’s derriere are truly tell tale.

Marcus hasn’t been around much this week so can only guess that his butt is relatively hickey free.

It was a long day today. Tomorrow might be shorter. I switched with Don, I’ll be opening and he’ll be closing. I am going to see Bill in a play at the Nuyorican Poet’s Cafe, so I’m leaving at 6:00 to catch the 7:00 off off Broadway curtain.

I’m also going with Hyman Gross who is a character in the life of Bill and myself for the past couple of months. I don’t know why I haven’t written about Hyman Gross earlier, and I’m not sure if I will write about him tonight. Probably not.

I have to go to bed soon since I have to get up early. Smell ya later.