Tuesday, they call it…I am still in the Madison Square Garden Penn Station area. Apple Radio is playing, and right now, it’s Every Rose Has Its Thorn, which I believe is by Poison. When I was busking, people would ask me for that song, and I would honestly answer that I don’t know it. I still don’t even know it’s playing right above me.

I have lunch in 7 minutes, so that’s something. The agency that has placed me at the company I am working at has an endless amount of training videos that I am required to watch some or do sooner than others, and I’m in the thick of it.

I tell you the time that I had off while I was unemployed, that’s really done my head in. I thought it was going to be difficult to get back into the swing of things back in the day, but here I am still swinging and still back in the swing. And Every Rose Has Its Thorn is still a crap song.

I’m sure people like it, I perhaps even friends of mine like it I do not. I am fairly certain that I am to return to the Union Square area tomorrow as well as Thursday and Friday, which is where I prefer to work, but ultimately, I have no say in the decision. I was certainly quieter yesterday than it is today, but it’s not bad, and most of the people who pass by are pleasant.

There is a musical event scheduled this afternoon these things usually left about 15 minutes so that should be a welcome distraction from the not so mundane tasks that I have to do. The artist, Børns was quite good.

Right now Melt with You by Modern English is playing I recall Juan telling me that he sang this at a talent show at his school in oh how I wish there was footage of that. Life would be so much better ifJuan was still around but that’s being greedy because that would mean life is good for me but not necessarily for him. The futures open wide.

I’ve been sleeping well the past couple of days, but having said that right now probably jinxed it.
And now I sit in the shade of a building at 31st and 6th. It is lunch time not much to do around here but wander around it’s not very interesting to wander around in.

Sheree Draft. She pops up in my mind every now and then, even though it’s probably been 30 years since I’ve last seen her. The last time I spoke to her on the phone I joked around and said I told you never to call me here. It was a joke that she seemed to have taken seriously, and never connected with me again on the phone or in person. She was a nice intern at Skyline Studios back in the day, genuinely kind. I hope she’s all right in doing well.

My lunch started about 15 minutes later than usual so I guess I’ll be going back to work 15 minutes later than usual. Everyone around me is smoking weed or preparing to smoke weed. I can’t join them because that would make any useless this afternoon for the rest of the day. And I am trying to give my full attention to the job which is easy enough to do without being high.

Bill is about two miles away from here going to the library at Lincoln Center. Probably less than two miles away but that’s the mileage that Google maps has given me when tracking Bill Vila.

It is cold in the shade at the end of May so I will be moving on and not talking into my phone for the time being.