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.

It is so hard to be here now. Surprisingly, today, Thursday, July 3rd, is going by in a nice moderate pace.
So the microphone is working today, though it did not work earlier this morning. So be grateful for small things. Small things, small favors. Everything, I suppose, I suppose. I’m in my spot. My usual daily spot. It is closing outside. Not too many people because it’s the day before a holiday, and a lot of workers are working from home or just off.

I had a very good salad, trying to be healthy. There’s a cocktail hour scheduled after work. A number of blocks away from where I am, and I was invited, which was nice, but I just want to go home. Bill is going to be away for a number of days, and I would like to spend time with him before he splits and hits the road.

Jimmy Chile might think I’m going, but I am not. I’m not much of a drinker these days, though. He did roll a number for us to enjoy! So that might be the plan.

I do like my co-workers, but I’m not much of a drinker these days. In fact, I don’t really like drinking. It takes too much out of me and renders the next day somewhat hobbled.
I seem to have forgotten that Mike is coming over tonight. Bill mentioned that he was going to meet me at the train station. It would be good to see.

Mike, God knows I’ve seen enough of his body online the past couple of days, and that’s always something to look at. He has thousands of fans, though he prefers to call them admirers. I suggested he open up an OnlyFans account or a just-for-fans account, but he considers that to be something akin to prostitution.

My attitude was, you have nothing else going on financially, and you have thousands of people that would probably pay money to see you do something sexual, but he just gives it away online. And that’s fine for him. I do not have the gumption or the inches. And I certainly do not have the thousands of admirers that he has. I have helped him out, taking photographs and shooting video, but nothing sexual. Just sexy.

I’m trying to get as many words in as possible before I head back to the desk. Of course I can continue doing this at my desk since not much of anything is happening today. So I am counting words that I dictate into this phone, which I was not allowed to do yesterday. No thanks to the microphone that is working today.

The country is a mess, and I don’t know what to do. That’s a fucking mess.
On the one hand, I would like to speak to someone about this. On the other hand, I don’t want to know anything or speak about it anymore.

I did see that guy named KC online, looked at his things on Twitter, and, surprisingly, I didn’t realize he was such a jerk then, and today. For the past couple of years since I last saw him, he’s shown his true maga colors, so he claims to be a libertarian. I just think he’s an idiot.
I remember I won a book from a contest online, Stuff White People Like, and it was hilarious and when I first met him he sat next to me on the bus and he saw what I was reading and he wanted to know if I was offended by what I was reading and I said no. I thought it was hilarious, which he did not understand at all. But then again, he is a libertarian with quite a thin skin.

I just took a look at his Twitter account again. I noticed he was living in Texas. Homeboy gets around, and I met him 20 years ago. He had just moved from Maryland to Hoboken, and then moved to Vermont, and then Seattle or Washington State, and now he’s in Texas.

One step ahead, I suppose of what I do not know. He did say he was threatened by MS-16, so maybe that’s it or maybe it was MS-13. I don’t know.

Just spoke with Mike on the phone. We’re meeting up in Hoboken at the spot by the river where we have been meeting after work. As I was talking to him on speakerphone, I kept having the urge to check the number of words that I’ve been saying, but it wasn’t being dictated. It was just a conversation.

So far in the past 5 days, I have seen three different men wearing boaters, the straw hats that were popular 100-plus years ago. I complimented them, but I didn’t mean it.

Today I have seen a blind man and a blind woman. The man was on 5th Avenue, and the woman was on 5th Street in Hoboken the end
Once, Hoboken was known as or known for its art scene and music scene; today it’s known for dogs and babies

The Wailers- put it on
Little Egypt