This just came to me even though it’s been in front of my eyes since November. According to Mike I am a cigar dad This is what he was looking for. I’m just some guy that smokes cigars that happens to be a little bit older than him, never considered myself a dad to anyone but here I am.

Mike had a meet up with someone who considered himself a cigar dad and turns out that he wasn’t whereas I smoke cigars whenever possible. This guy this Patrick Sullivan was a big put down for Mike since he wasn’t the cigar dad he was looking for.

The funny thing is Mike is not really a cigar son, he only smokes cigars for videos and photographs, rarely for his own pleasure. That’s a weird situation to find oneself in. I’m reluctant to tell him but I think I should. It could open a can of worms or spill over the ashtray. The person that caught my eye was the cigar smoker in the video that he has but he’s not like that in real life it’s just a role that he plays for the camera.

I’ve never met the guy who is in front of the camera. Just the guy who’s behind the camera. Ideally I’d like to have somebody to smoke cigars with and talk and perhaps have fun and I’m finding out months later that’s not Mike. I suppose it was an epiphany. And I know he won’t take it well if and when I bring it up.

David Byrne was just in the office I shook his hand told him I worked within 30 years ago at Skyline Studios and he remarked that he was just working there again, it’s now called Reservoir Studios.

Raekwon from Wu-Tang Clan was supposed to be in but he canceled.
I am going out in this heat and a little while to smoke my many cigar and sweat.

It is 97° and the real feel temperature is 103°. The change of scenery I suppose will do me good but I say that in air conditioned room.

I just saw a photograph of Asbury Park and my heart sank since I was not going to be there this week. This is the week we usually go down the shore for vacation, Bill and I. Of course in hindsight we should have gone, but we thought we were doing the right thing and turns out not be the case. This heat, these decisions, this hindsight.

I now sit or stand next to where I usually sit so one of the building workers is cleaning up the spot. He is doing a good job so I cannot fault him for that. It is bloody hot out.

And now for something mundane…I thought I had a stain on my shirt which is a favorite shirt and so I thought I would walk over to the overpriced pharmacy to buy one of those cleaning pens. I only needed one and all they had was three for sale so I walked out empty-handed yet I was thanked by the woman at the door for going to her store.

These missives I write seem to be for bottom feeders or bottom readers