Reunions
Dunkin donuts
Thursday, August 21st, 2025. Last night I watched the Devo documentary on Netflix, and it was very good. Happy to see that they’re all getting together or getting along at least in front of the camera. I was a long-time devotee of Devo, so much so that my brother wrote it on the basement blackboard in the house we grew up “John is a noted devotee.”

So I was thinking of reunions. Specifically, the 20-year reunion for my high school, someplace in East Rutherford. I did not enjoy it, although I was pretty much wired from various substances.I had cash and hired a car to drive me there and drive me back, and the driver sat in the parking lot while I was inside getting wasted.

Talking to people that I hadn’t seen in 20 years and realizing that I never want to see them again. But two guys that I wanted to see were not there, Jim Carley and John Nesselt. Jim died in 97 while jogging, and John is who knows where, but now it’s been 45 years, and I haven’t seen him, and that’s much too much time to reestablish any connection, and like I said, I never want to see these other people that I graduated with ever again. Unless it’s a family reunion, I just don’t want to know.

Online there is some noise about a documentary on Maxwell’s, of which I do not plan to take part. It’s just not my thing, I suppose. Fallon’s arranging it or putting it out there and it’s been published in Variety and a few other online publications and they’re looking for photos and stories.

I have notebooks of when I worked there, but looking back at those notebooks a few years ago, i.e., 12 years ago, it’s all about me looking for drugs, hanging out with Julio, and describing the atmosphere around me, not very entertaining for somebody that’s not me I suppose I guess.

This morning I had an encounter at Dunkin’ Donuts. Not a pleasant encounter. Each day, I get a receipt, and on that receipt is a code that I enter to take a brief survey and submit for a free donut the next day. Today I went to not my usual spot but a spot where I think they were nicer.

But they were not nicer since they were insisting that the QR code on my phone was a screenshot when is directly in an email I spent too much time trying to describe that so much so that I was flustered and left my free donut there and walked out. I have written some nasty reviews, not nasty per se, but detailed messages about some horrible person who challenges is my authority, how dare she! First world problems, I reckon that’s all I got.

Bill did not get home until 1:30, by which time I was fast asleep. The previews begin tomorrow for his play, Postal Madness, not his play, but the play that he is in. He has not acted in a play in a number of years, and now he is. Mike has been helping out with the lines, for which Bill has been very grateful.

Ghostface Killah is expected in a few hours. Ghostface was charming.

Whatever happened to that wardrobe resident, David Kitchens?