It’s Liberty State Park on the 4th of July. I thought it would be more crowded, but then again it is 6 or 7 hours away from the big fireworks event by the Brooklyn Bridge, which would be a prime spot to view from.

It’s a nice day. Streets are relatively deserted. Those who are on bicycles are behaving themselves. Those who are on scooters are generally clueless. I sit underneath my friend, Tree, who offers ample shade.

They are setting up for some events that are 100 yards away from me. They’re playing modern music, which includes autotune and tunes written by 10 different people, including people that they are sampling work from, such as my disdain for most contemporary music.

I only say it here because I can’t say it at work and I probably seem like the old man at the desk since the music that I play is mostly from the 20th century when a few of these people were just born.

Bill and I went to the supermarket separating from Mike who was dissatisfied with our choices of what to do on the 4th of July in Hobo, generally, we don’t do anything. We just sit around the apartment and watch TV. It’s a day off for us and it’s rare that if we’re at the loft at the same time.

And Mike was not impressed with those choices. He suggested heading into the city to which I put the kibosh on almost immediately saying that the trains were going to be crowded. They’re running on a weekend schedule. There’s no clear objective to being in the city unless that is the objective itself which it was for Mike.

He just digs big and the city, which is how I used to feel 45 years ago when I was going into the city on weekends. But it was a different city. There were fewer people. It was more fun. Not as was an edge to it. Now it’s overly commercialized where back then it was not as commercialized as today.

So Mike went to visit his pops in the Bronx and I was going to suggest he go to Brooklyn and visit our friend from Facebook. Michael, who manages the Brooklyn branch of the Cigar Shack brand, I used to work at 13 years ago.

But Mike opted for the Bronx and Bill and I had quite a heavy talk about the situation with Mike. I think Bill thinks I was played for a sucker and I think perhaps I was but also I had good intentions.

True. They were friends with benefit parts to it and I didn’t necessarily instigate that. But it is what it is and it’s a different situation. It’s a strange situation and I feel like I’m running out of time, patience, and money.
I sit under a tree puffing on a bone like I did last week. Feeling good. Feeling mellow. Not that I was uptight or angry earlier. It’s a day off and what’s the point of being upset and angry on the day off I can get paid for that shit hahaha.

Riding my bicycle. I just had a wish that I was as easy and outgoing and friendly as I am after I smoked half a joint and riding my bicycle. No edge, no cynicism. Just pure love, but when it wears off and I’m dealing with other people, I do know things could be better on my part.