I used to call Gene Holder, DNA Cup. It was an attempt at Wit. Whether or not it’s received as such, I couldn’t say. He just popped into my mind as I was urinating in the men’s room. There was a mutual friend of ours who suggested that Mr DNA Cup was homophobic.

I mentioned that to another mutual friend who told DNA cup and he called me up telling me that he is not homophobic, in fact, he has homosexual friends. It was so disappointing to have that, that I have difficulty listening to his band these days.

I do like their records, but live, I found them to be quite boring. The first time I attempted to see them was at the Peppermint Lounge with my brother Frank. I had smoked too much sensemilla and had a killer headache, so whereas Frank went into the ballroom to see the band, I was outside by the bar with my head between my knees.

I did see them at an art and music festival in Hoboken a few years ago, and that’s when it was confirmed that yes, they have great songs, but they are boring live. Not much personality.
So last night I got home from work, and Bill and I had a talk for about 3 hours about Mike and what to do. I decided I wasn’t going to do anything, I was going to do my Pontius Pilate routine and wash my hands of the whole matter.

Towards the end of our session, Mike called. I wasn’t about to call him, so it’s a surprise he did apologize, and his apology fell on semi-deaf ears. I think he realized he fucked up. Bill was part of the conversation for about 20 minutes, then he went to bed, leaving me to talk to Mike for another hour, and I was distant at best.

I told him no one can hurt you like someone you love. He has got to get his shit together (a day later it turns out that he has gotten his shit together). And last night was so insanely hot that I believe when I get home from work today, I am going to install a window air conditioner, perhaps the old one, not the one we got from Brian last year or two years ago but the one I bought 25 years ago which still worked albeit noisily.

I do have to go to Home Depot and see if they have brackets available, cuz I don’t want to spend weeks praying that the air conditioner will not fall out the window, though I have done that before. I was thinking of taking the one that Brian gave us recently and installing that in the TV room. But of course, everything is subject to change, to change the subject.

I am smoking a mini cigar on 5th Avenue once again in the shade of an apartment building, not moving much but about to sweat a lot. There are not too many people out walking around on this lunchtime hour, so it wisely best to stay indoors or limit their time outdoors, which is basically the same thing.

It is a sky blue sky today. The air is thick with heat and humidity. After this, I’m going back inside for it’s much too much for anything else to happen. And once again, I dictate into the phone rather than type later at home. I don’t know what else to tell you.
I am very glad I got my haircut last Thursday on June 19th otherwise I’d probably be sweating and cursing a lot due to that amount of hair on my head One gentleman doesn’t know when to cross the street even though it’s in his favor hanging onto to his backpack as he walks down the street.

Following this discussion with Mike last night, he said he might join Bill and me at the pride parade on Sunday, but I mentioned to Bill that if it’s raining, I’m not that into it, as it rained last year and it was quite dismal. Mike was receptive to the idea, though, so there’s that.

I am wearing shorts to the office because I can and because it’s allowed, which is the same thing. And Marcus is a pain in the ass once again with his pranks and antics. Jimmy Chile yesterday stepped up and gave me some guidance with regards to Mike, so that was good, and even Marcus toned down his manic behavior.

Yesterday, I thought wistfully of being in Ocean Grove and walking down the streets with Bill. Sadly, it’s not happening this year because I just started the job, and I was off for about 5 months.

Why do women wear heels even though they’re bad for their backs? I asked that once, and I was working at the Algerian financial management firm, and the women looked at me like I was from another planet, and to them, I probably was.

I do have to find other pairs of shorts to wear since the ones I’m wearing are a bit how you say comfortable, yet need a wash.

Back at my desk, Invisible Sun by the Police is playing, and I am reminded of hanging out with Kenny and Tina at their apartment on Main Street in Lodi. Tina is Perry Dedovitch’s sister. Nights from 40-plus years ago sitting around listening to music and smoking weed.

PATH train riders (mass transit) are dumb. The train stops at the station, announcements are made, and the majority of riders do not hear it since they’re wearing headphones and earbuds.