I started dictating earlier and I thought I saved it but apparently I did not cuz here I am doing it again. It is Wednesday August 27th. It’s a beautiful day. I have just picked up two slices of the chocolate vegan cake that I do like that I used to share but do not anymore.

I was thinking earlier of Denise “Bananas” Foster that witness for Jehovah who shared a September 12th birthday with me until she started witnessing and how I ran into her about 10 years ago as I was walking to work in the morning and threw Hoboken and she remarked how slow I was walking where I thought I was working or walking at a brisk pace.

I am haunted by those words now and I do find myself walking slower so perhaps she was a little bit ahead of her time, perhaps about 10 minutes ahead of her time or 10 years.
Mike started his gig last night and I think it went well. Bill and I watched Years and Years again on HBO which we watched in 2019 and it was oddly precient then and now it seems like a guide book.

Work is good today, so the company that placed me at the fruit stand is still after me to talk about my goals and development and things like that that do not concern me. But I have to feign interest and concern. I do wish they would leave me alone but we know that ain’t going to happen.

I sit in my spot smoking my mini cigar whereas yesterday I smoked a nice nub size cigar today I am back to the minis. Bill is at his gym with rehearsal tonight Mike I assume is sleeping preparation for the next shift tonight.

Oh how I dread the ending of Summer even though there’s about a month left most people consider the end of Labor Day weekend to be the start of the fall which is the start of the school year which is the start of my anxiety / depression with regards to autumn.

I was thinking of Kevin Wagner today. Kevin and I were friends and we went to school together but we weren’t so friendly then, we weren’t enemies either. We got along when we started working together after high school when I called him piglet. We saw Peter Gabriel together at the Palladium a few blocks away from here back in the day.

I’m thinking it was 1982 and it was since I just looked it up. After I was outed at work by the scornful Perry Dedovitch, Kevin was upset that I did not trust him enough as a friend to tell him the fact that I was gay, and that effectively ended our friendship.

I used to mourn that, but now it’s been about 40 plus years, and I just hope he’s doing well if he’s still alive. I mean I used to try to find him online one way or another but he does not maintain a social media presence as far as I know or if he does he’s good at hiding it.
I am currently sitting in a camera meeting ‘Hello’.

It is such an easygoing job that went something goes awry it’s all hands on deck

As luck would have it.

Tuesday, August 26th, 2025. I believe my sister has made it to Europe or is at least on her way with her husband; I haven’t heard anything otherwise.

It’s a Tuesday day two of a four-day work week, which means it’s going exceedingly slow. I am probably going to have halal food for lunch, which means I should probably go out and get some right now and then work through it.

Mike starts his new job today, 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. That is what he signed up for, that is what he seems to be prepared for. I hope he works it.

It’s a beautiful summer day, although I’m inside looking at the outside blue sky. Last night, Bill and I watched about 2 hours of John Oliver, or close to it at least. We enjoyed it greatly, and he went to bed. I spoke to Mike on the phone, who asked how I was sleeping lately, and I was hesitant to say anything for fear that my sleep would be altered by fate, and sure enough, that seems to have happened. I did not sleep as well as I had wanted to; perhaps tonight will be better. I did go to sleep about half an hour later than I have been, so it could all be my fault, not necessarily the fault of fate.

I finally finished the book The Secret Public by Jon Savage. As usual, it was very good since Jon Savage is a very good writer, erudite in the best sense. Now I am reading Talking Heads at the New York Scene That Transformed Rock by Jonathan Gould. I heard about it on the Rocks Back Pages podcast, and I didn’t actually finish that, but it seems to be okay for now. Talking Heads was quite one of the top bands in my life back in the day, and perhaps they still are somehow.

I have only met David Byrne, though I do recall meeting Jerry Harrison once, and he showed up at Maxwell’s, and I sort of pigeonholed him into trying to get me a job with Gary Kurfirst, who happens to be the manager of Talking Heads. Needless to say, nothing came of it. So brazen was I in my younger days…

Why do 4-day work weeks seem to take twice as long to get through? So I’m going to head out in a few minutes and get some halal food in the corner of University and 14th Street. I did it last week, and it’s quite good for less than $10. I do hope it was chicken though, hahaha. And it was $10 today.

For me, Andy Warhol haunts this area since two of his factories were on Union Square, he used to get sandwiches at a place that no longer exists called Brownies I still feel his presence, although it could be gas.

Not much else to report, I’m heading out in a few and coming back in a few. Looking to get my food, I saw a nanny interacting with a child in their charge. The child had a wonderful smile on his face, and then maybe think of all the times parents just walked down the street with their kids looking at their phones and ignoring their children, oh what a nightmare this will be…