Dreamt about former co-worker thing Dun Chappedlipso and his sidepiece Izzy Newtown stealing my stuff and hiding it. I knew it was them but could never prove it. Pauline Black from the Selecter showed up and sympathized but ultimately could not help me.

I just exchanged texts with Daisy. She is full of hope for me. I try not to dissuade her. I advised her to not attend the holiday parties as people just get drunk and behave badly then the mailroom washerwomen spend the rest of the year gossiping.

I’m still bitter. The dream awakened the bitterness, just when I hoped it had ebbed. Daisy is probably reluctant to text me and is wary of a phone call though it would be a different ‘me’ on the blower rather than being all thumbs when texting.

Bill knows of Mike, and Mike knows of Bill. Neither the twain have met, yet. There is a subject that Bill does not like to talk about and I think it was on his mind this afternoon. I know him relatively well and while he was silent in his search for one of his phones I felt there was something else on his mind.

Mike called when Bill was but a few feet from me, and Mike likes to call me Dad. So in return, I call him Son. It’s not a big deal, and Bill heard me answer the phone ‘Hello Son’. I think that threw Bill for a loop.

Bill is on the road tonight and I walked with him to the train station for his trip to the garage. I explained Mike’s situation a bit to ease what seemed to be his troubled mind. Bill’s reluctance to speak could decrease and what was on his mind could probably pop up eventually.

I’ve seen it before. And on a similar note, it’s been about 12 years by my tally.

Mike would love to have the relationship that Bill and I have. He loves the fact that we call each other Bert and Ernie. And he’s seen the dolls we have of them. I think Mike likes the fact that I am different and unlike any gay guy he’s met before. He also thinks I am smart despite my attempts to dissuade him of such silly thoughts.

He called me up a week or so and asked for my opinion. He told me he doesn’t like politics, democrats, or the unmentionables. (I called them the unmentionables, not Mike) He explained his view and I told him whether or not he likes politics, he will be affected by politics.

I explained the plans that the unmentionables have and that there is a good chance the price of food will rise due to the desolate ideas on the horizon which will line the pockets of the rich by emptying the pockets of everyone else.

Mike told me he appreciated my response.

I don’t know if we are on the brink of a civil war but there is a class struggle that seems to be brewing, hence the lack of sympathy for the CEO of United Healthcare’s murder.