Last night I did get the sleep I required. It was a good night’s sleep for about 7 hours or so and I woke up refreshed with nary any dread.

Jimmy Chile is out today. He texted me last night and he was upset about Ozzy Osbourne’s passing. I worked with Ozzy in the ’90s and the man was toast. He could barely formulate a sentence but if you put him in front of a microphone he was on. I can’t say I was much of a fan of Black Sabbath or Ozzy Osbourne although quite a few of my friends were and there was even a Black Sabbath song on the jukebox back in the day at 1039 Washington Street which to my surprise had a few of my friends singing along to.

Mike is somewhere around Penn Plaza interviewing for a job at Madison Square Garden and he so desperately needs the job that he should take whatever job is offered to him as soon as the words leave the interviewer’s mouth.

I will be working in that neighborhood next Wednesday and I am not looking forward to it since I do enjoy working where I am at now. But a price must be paid for the freedom that I have so it’s a relative, meager amount to pay.

I did hear from Mike earlier as he was getting off the Path train headed over to Madison Square Garden but he did not exactly know where it was. He has limited resources whereas I have a little bit more than he has so I do the research before I have to go somewhere and that is because I have more resources than he does.

Bill was up when I left and gave me the hug. He did not sleep well last night so maybe we’re trading off good nights of sleep versus bad nights of sleep. I certainly hope that is not the case.
I’m coming up on the first anniversary of restarting this here blog.

The only people I mentioned it to were Rand and Lisa and that was in October and I don’t think they said anything to anyone. I do recall in November mentioning the podcast idea while waiting to see the Luther Vandross documentary to Rand who never responded to the initial response. So very Rand.

This is an awkward day though not by my hand or by my doing…Jimmy Chile is out today and he’s usually a good buffer between me and Marcus so there’s no buffer between me and Marcus.

It is yet another beautiful day. I did my shuffle around Union Square, picked up a piece of chocolate bread and now I sit and smoke my mini cigar.

Bill just sent a text from his dentist office where they removed a tooth and he’s numb in half of his face and his eye. It is an experience that I have had a few times and now look at me with nothing but prosthetics except for five teeth.
Mike is coming over today to spend the night to prepare for a Zoom call interview that he has tomorrow. He has a lead on a very decent job, and he has to get past their background check, but that will be that. If they do, it’s for an immediate hire, and he needs to be hired immediately
I am sure I’ll find out more when I meet him by the park on the river, Pier A.

I do love these mini cigars, but they tend to fall apart with the slightest look. I need to find a better mini cigar.

Dawson Berd has lost his AirPods. He spells his name Berd which I will have to correct when I get a chance…He seems a nice enough young man with handsome dreadlocks can’t really say much about them but he’s well-spoken and appreciated by taking his information.

No major names today, though there are a few people sitting around where are I usually have my perch at lunch time. I should have made a reservation, but I did it now. I lit up my mini cigar which either will offend somebody or be ignored by somebody either way is fine by me.

Short young women who probably weighs 90 lb might have been taken aback by the smell of the mini cigar. I just find my name but I don’t care.

So Mike has to come over tomorrow for a phone interview on Thursday which has to be a zoom call so we’ll see how that works out.

Last night I didn’t get to sleep at all no no. That was the name of a single that I had gotten perhaps illicitly in the 1970s by the 5th Dimension. Steven Mahrens might have been given money by his mom, and he spent his money on his friends, buying our friendship, which was for sale. We went to Modell’s, or would later become Two Guys, and I bought that record for some reason, and it’s true, last night I didn’t get to sleep at all no no.

I tossed and turned and did some things twice to no avail. Eventually I did get knocked out only to wake up with lovely Bill hovering over me to say goodbye and I had this look of horror on my face I’m sure like ‘why are you doing this to me I didn’t fall asleep until 3:00 and you just robbed me 10 minutes of sleep’.

He knew not of what he did and that was okay. Why should he know? He did ask if I was going to go to work since I was in such a state but somehow I rallied he made some very strong coffee that was struck enough that one sip did the trick to get me out of the apartment.

And then it was on the train back in the office drinking lots of coffee in the office.

It’s another very nice day with no humidity, bright and sunny blue skies with some clouds in my coffee.

Tonight I definitely hope to sleep better. I don’t know what to do but whatever I have to do I have to figure out what it is to do. I stopped drinking coffee already and the plan is to go to sleep fast but that never works so I guess I’ll find out when I’m lying horizontal on the bed.

That is about all I have for now all I can say all I can do well I can be. How about you?

Both Bill and I thought that the death of Malcolm Jamal Warner was reminiscent of The Sound of Her Wings episode from The Sandman, specifically when the young man dies while swimming and his wife is on the beach and they pull his body out and he’s pleading with death for one more second so he could tell his wife the passcode that was on his phone but death cannot let that happen where he is dead already.

Bevelyn Lampkin was a woman I worked with for a few weeks during the beginning of tail end of the pandemic. It was at AutoMat Kitchen, which was a novel concept but the timing was off. They had no idea, no choice really but to open a restaurant during a pandemic. I was there for a few months before jumping ship.

During those few months, Bevelyn was hired as a cook, with 3 other cooks. She had worked with 2 of those cooks, the Turkish brothers, previously but this time she alienated them and they walked off the job which forced the management to let Bevelyn go.

She had the idea before she hung up her apron to have me dressed the same as the kitchen staff. I balked, and she was visibly surprised. I knew they were having difficulty staying afloat during a pandemic, and this just seemed ludicrous to get matching black slacks and a red shrt to match what the kitchen staff wore. The kitchen staff, whom no one saw because they were in the kitchen away from everything else.

She was released, and I never thought I’d see her again until the other day. Why there she was, on TV with a doctor who was talking about an AIDS medication that only has to be taken once or maybe twice a year. I did not know Bevelyn had AIDS. It was a shock to hear and a shock to see her again…Bevelyn did seem healthy and happy, so that was nice.

I wish her well.