Back in the day, the only people who smoked 100 mm of cigarettes were women. My mother was one of those who smoked Marlboro 100s, although she smoked more of our regulars for years before that. But she and her lady friends from the VFW sat at the bar smoking 100s. Nowadays, a lot of thuggish, ruggish bone smoke 100s. Usually Newport 100s, and it’s funny because it makes me think of them as more feminine than anything.

At the tail end of the work day yesterday. Jimmy Chile told me his harrowing history growing up and what he had been through. It also gave me some insight on Mike and his travails concerning officers of the court and the penal system, perhaps I was blinded by my liberal outlook that was edged with hope and that’s not how they operate.

And I am worried on Mike’s behalf. I don’t want to see him have to go back to where he came from, and I’m sure he doesn’t want to, but it’s not easy to get a job at the lowest rung of the ladder. Jimmy’s story followed me home and tainted my evening, leaving me a bit bewildered.

On top of that, I did not sleep well. Mike was in the bathroom. He was going to share the bed with me in the air conditioned room so he wouldn’t have to sweat on the couch, which was fine. But he was taking forever to get out of the bathroom and get into the bedroom, and I had my routine, so I nearly fell into a deep sleep three times.

Each time I woke up thinking that he was getting into bed and he wasn’t and so those three times where I was on the edge of a deep sleep turned out to be a hurdle since those three attempts went nowhere and then to top it all off in the middle of the night we lost power at least twice so I woke up wondering why it was so warm in the room. Of course, Mike’s slept through all that.

And that lack of sleep and Jimmy’s story carried forth into this morning leaving me somewhat not so much antisocial but just very quiet at work which is unlike me which got Marcus’s attention and Marcus kept asking me if I was all right trying to draw me into a proper conversation that I just was not having.

No, not because of him, just because of the way I was feeling overall. I still can fill a space up with however I’m feeling, and it’s not necessarily a good ability to have. Perhaps it’s more like a disability. I did see Adrian Weed last night, so that helped, but it didn’t help with the sleep; not much could help.

Mike suggested watching the movie Cruella and we did and it was good and I was surprised to see Mike not so attached to his phone watching a movie that he had seen a number of times. And he seemed quite happy that I enjoyed it.

He mentioned that I would probably know a lot of the music in the movie since it was from the ’60s and ’70s, and I generally did, and if I didn’t know, I asked my phone to identify whatever songs might have been playing.

So it’s lunchtime. I just had a decent salad, which is better than the halal food I had yesterday. I sit and smoke a mini cigar in the same spot where a bird took a shit on my pants yesterday. I thought it was.

Good luck, but the way last night went, maybe not. But maybe it was since things could have been a lot worse hahaha. I have to ask, what are the odds of a bird taking another shit on me today in the exact same spot? I suppose I will find out sooner or later.

Marcus is planning an early departure so we can go see the Superman movie. Whereas I still have to stay until 5:00 p.m. but I’m not complaining. Happy to have a job.Mike is making an effort to be happy, so I should do the same.