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I Get a Kick Out of You

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I am back home. It was a long day. It was a long weekend. It was two days off in a row. It rarely happens though, having a Saturday and a Sunday off. But there it was.

On Friday as I was out for my New Year’s Eve dinner with Bill, Bill mentioned something about Monday. I put the kibosh on that, saying I did not want to even think about Monday until it got here. So, Bill being a smart bloke, said ‘Two days from now…’

That worked. It was abstract enough. Since I’ve been working retail I hardly ever know what day of the week it is. I’ve taken to using the TV to tell me by what shows are being broadcast. Of course I could use this internet doohickey and easily check that way, but the TV has been a reliable constant in my life.

It was back to work for me today. Working with the brain dead Bradley and Sean. Marcus was also in for part of the day before going off to wherever it is that Marcus goes. I’ve spent the first couple of days of the New Year trying to be positive. A new leaf maybe. And I’ve been able to maintain that so far.

Today I carried it into the cigar shop. The brain dead Bradley was in the front of the store and I let a jolly ‘Yo Ho Ho’ be my greeting. After getting my coat off and punching in I walked by the brain dead Bradley and said, ‘What’s the happy haps?’

Now I figured most people would understand that that basically means what’s happening, but the brain dead Bradley merely mumbled, ‘I don’t know what that means.’ The brain dead Bradley isn’t most people, neither is Sean for when I asked Sean if he knew what ‘happy haps’ meant and he didn’t.

Sean uses words like ‘conversating’ and ‘tooken’ so he gets a pass and he’s also only 20 years old. Maybe I’m am just that cutting edge, just a few minutes into the future ahead of most everyone, though I just asked Bill if he knew the phrase and he didn’t. Maybe I just came up with a new phrase.

The brain dead Bradley was mostly uncommunicative throughout the day, making it difficult to be in the same room with him. I did my best to avoid the brain dead Bradley whenever I could. Sean was OK to be around despite the fact that he was involved in a fight on New Year’s Eve and got his face messed up somewhat.

I am firm in my resolve to get the hell out of the cigar shop as soon as possible. Not going to take the first job offered to me (well maybe) but the writing is on the wall. I can’t see myself being here for another year. Still I maintained my positive outlook, not allowing much of anything to get me down.

And no, Xanax was not involved though Xanax could be the reason why the brain dead Bradley was such a numb nuts today. I don’t think you’re supposed to snort the pills and I think that is the brain dead Bradley method of delivery.

Another day of work tomorrow then off on Wednesday. I asked for this upcoming Sunday off from Calvin since Chaz is having his holiday party and I would like to attend but I haven’t seen the new schedule yet since I don’t think Calvin has gotten it together yet.

I suppose I will find out tomorrow when Calvin returns back to work.


I Fall in Love With You Everyday

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Oh to write again. I’m trying to be positive today, figuring that it might have an effect on the following 364 days. Sometimes there can be a sign that how the first day of the goes could have a shading of sorts on the rest of the year.

I remember from New Year’s Eve 1998 into 1999, walking home to Weehawken from Rand & Lisa’s, up Hackensack Plank Road. More than likely I was quite buzzed and it was cold enough that no one was on the streets walking, so there was no real danger to speak of.

As I approached the stairs by Shippen Street I slipped on the previously unseen ice, falling on my stomach. It was slippery enough that I had to hang onto a parked car to gain some sense of stability. Needless to say, 1999 wasn’t a very good year at all.

So far none of that has happened within the last 24 hours. In fact I’ve been pleasant in my interaction with other people, specifically with the staff at the supermarket. They’re usually in a bad mood but despite that I wished the ones I see the most a happy new year.

Perhaps it’s not much, but could show some good will later in the year, with the seed planted this afternoon. What’s that? Optimism? Bill is headed to the Nuyorican Poets Café tonight for some sort of event. I’m staying home.

I have the DVD of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World that I could watch, and also have Witness for the Prosecution in my queue for Hulu. Too much trouble dealing with mass transit on a Saturday evening, and why risk altering the positive outlook that I am trying to maintain for the past 24 hours.

It’s in everyone’s best interest. A mellow evening at home sounds like the right thing for me. And it’s been a lazy day as it probably was for a lot of people. Bill and I watched the Larry Sanders Show marathon on IFC.
Then he napped for about 90 minutes and I napped for about 5 minutes. I guess that was all I needed, the 5 minutes.

Now Bill has headed into the city, I sit listening to Wet Job by Fingerprintz. They were a Scottish band who backed up Lene Lovich on occasion and had a few notable songs of their own. I saw them once at Hitsville in Passaic Park, with my brother Frank.

Frank interviewed them for his radio show on WFMU. The band, or mainly Jimmie O’Neill had a nearly indecipherable burr that my brother had to likely play it over and over again before its broadcast. It’s a great song, one of my all-time faves.

It was played quite a bit on WPIX-FM in the late 1970’s early 80’s, when the New Wave was a viable alternative. Only a few people caught the wave I suppose, others not reaching it until years, sometimes decades later. Better late than never I guess.

I am going to watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World after I put this entry to bed.

I hope all of you have a happy and healthy new year.

Cheers!

Oh, tomorrow (today) is Sunday, so not writing. Sorry!