Monthly Archives: November 2010

I Live For You

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Oh my it’s been a long day. I am home now and glad to be here. A bit tired. I’d rather not write but here I am doing just that. All for you people, all for you. You had better be grateful you bastards. That’s right, I called you bastards.

Whether or not that is an apt description, I don’t know. Only Harpy, Anne and Sung post on this here blog. The majority of you do not. And I know there’s a few of you, searching for some investment group’s office manager and receptionist.

Yes you Mickey and Maura and the Crazy Peggy Guggenheim partners. In other blog related news, this entry is number 1,803. Yes, the other day I hit 1800 entries. I of course did all the work, all you did was read it.

On an iPad, or a smart phone or a lap top or whatever you use to access the world wide web. I sweated, typed callously with callouses. You hit the page up, page down buttons, scrolled using your mouses.

I ran the risk of Martini Basher’s wrath, made myself more visible on the Internets, and incurred the incredulity of Sally Maurice and their Cafe Press calendars and coffee mugs as well as the well heeled citizenry of Bala Cynwyd.

Oh Susquehanna Investment Group, why hast thou forsaken me?

At work, it was a long day. But warm enough somewhat that for the first time in a few weeks, I was able to go outside and enjoy some part of the day. It was nice to be able to leave the store for about an hour. I started reading the latest Uncut magazine with the Kinks on the cover, or maybe I should write Kinks Kover.

As I headed back to the cigar shop, I heard the sound of a drum kit nearby and decided to wander by. I saw it was a one man band, a bloke with a drum kit, a drumstick taped to his leg and 2 bass drums, an amplified acoustic guitar and a microphone.

The bloke was quite good and highly enjoyable. I love wandering around and finding some busker who blows me away. This young man certainly earned a dollar from me, as well as a dollar from quite a few other people. I wrote my email address in his notebook and hopefully I will hear from him soon. His picture is below.

Other than that, work was an arduous task. It was Calvin, Don and Bradley. Today I didn’t care much for Bradley. I’m convinced he’s a former special needs child. This is what happens when they grow up. Their hair turns prematurely gray, they possess an all consuming need to pound a counter top like it was a set of bongos, and are subjects to bouts of Tourette’s Syndrome.

I anticipate difficulty working with Bradley once Don splits the scene. I could be wrong, it’s happened before. Just a premonition of sorts I suppose.

Last night I finally caught the new Conan O’Brien show on TBS last night, in time to catch the musical act, Fistful of Mercy, featuring Ben Harper, Joseph Arthur and Dhani Harrison. They sounded great, Dhani sounding and looking like his dad. You can catch the full episode on the official Conan O’Brien website.

that one man band






aka Don

I Am The Cosmos

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Detectives, mobsters, Hasidim and gun runners as well as an occasional asshole and the regulars that came into the cigar shop. That’s the clientele. We do get a fair amount of police officers and detectives, some working undercover.

So deep undercover that you’d think they were hip hop kids from John Jay or Fordham. Sometimes a detective comes in wearing a bulletproof vest underneath their street clothes. Or sometimes we get uniformed officers, coming in for a few cigars. And an occasional fireman will also come in for a few sticks.

On the flip side of all that, we get some mobsters. Today the detectives were in first and the mobsters were quite nervous, unable to do their thing, nervously looking over their shoulders. They didn’t stay too long, but the detectives did.

And then there is the Hasidim, Moises who comes in every now and then, who today, was sitting across from Rick. Rick says that he’s a gun runner. Goes to Russia and buys artillery and sells to the Mossad as well as Hamas.

Rick is pretty free with his mouth and makes one think that if someone was a gun runner, would they be shooting their mouths off so freely? Pun intended.

Overall, it was a weird day today. It was Calvin and Don with Marcus making an early appearance. Calvin is trying to be very nice since now that Don is leaving. Offered to take me to a jazz show tomorrow night after work.

I, of course, begged off. I don’t like jazz much and I do like to go home immediately after work. Been that way I suppose since 2006. That was when I last had access to a car service to go home. Nowadays, I see those town cars going past me as I walk to the bus.

Going out after work lately is a invitation to trouble, and let’s face it. I’m not much of a drinker these days. That was a surprise to Juan last week when he popped by last week. I don’t care if people want to have a drink or two. I prefer the jazz cigarettes myself.

I will go out for a pint or a cocktail on occasion and enjoy myself as I imbibe, but given the choice I’d take the herbage. It takes longer to recover from booze than it does for the herbs, at least it does for me.

Back at work, Calvin punished Sean a few weeks ago for an infraction that I can’t remember. Reduced his hours from 30 to 16. Now with Don departing, Calvin mentioned to Sean that he was going to increase his hours.

Calvin did not know that Sean has taken a second job at a shop nearby to make up for the hours he lost. And now Calvin is upset with Sean over that. I can’t blame Sean. He needs the work and did what he had to do to make up for the hours missed.

With Don on the way out, it’s almost like it is turning into the blessing/curse for a toast, ‘I hope you live in interesting times’.