They tell me it’s a Monday. And by they I mean no one in particular.
Mike split this morning. We had a good time together. He was off to work before 7 AM and I was up to see him off. He’s a good kid. The friendship is similar to the friendship I had with Juan.
Younger than me, a breath of fresh air and with a point of view I would never have considered.
Bill is on his way home so my time alone is merely a matter of hours, but how those hours lengthen when I have no one around. I suppose it’s always been like this, and not just for me but a lot of people I reckon. Bill had some setbacks in his scheduling all out of his control but he did what he had to do and so he is on his way home.
Here are two dreams from this morning after Mike descended the stairs to the real world.
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In one I was with Harpy and Farfetched Lois and a few other people from the past at a party which may have been at Fire Island. I wouldn’t know for sure since I have never been to Fire Island. It was a gay event and I was entertaining people, playing a guitar as the party got bigger and bigger and bigger. I had an encounter with a Gimp who was similar to the one portrayed in Pulp Fiction. He came up upon me and I smacked him away which got him mad but he really couldn’t do much of anything being all tied up in his Gimp gear.
Another dream was me trying to connect with Julio to go to a funeral somewhere in the Bronx and he was being awfully kind and I was trying to make his life easier by telling him that I would make my way there on my own. I don’t know who I was looking for near the Grove Street Path station, was it William or Juan? The second dream ended when I was trying to walk around the block while putting on socks that were falling apart in my hand.
Soon after those dreams, I was thinking about the former job and thinking I’d never get back to sleep when I wound up going back to sleep. It was a good sleep and welcomed very much. This afternoon was a stroll around Hoboken, gathering steps. Not as many steps as I would have liked but what could I do?
I will gather some more steps as I go downstairs to help Bill with his luggage. His luggage is quite heavy as Bill is prepared for whatever might happen while en route. I make the same old joke about Bill taking his rock collection, his safe, and a baby grand piano. It’s an old joke and I never said it was a funny joke.
Bill said once he gets here he’ll be going right to bed, so exhausted he is. I can’t fault him for that. I would rather have Bill 20 feet away than 295 miles away which is where he’s been.
Today might be the first day in weeks where I didn’t wear thermals,
I also recorded some videos…