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?

I have neglected to post last night, Tuesday, August 19, so today could be a double header. I don’t know why, besides being distracted, that is what did me in, I suppose. I came home, spoke to Mike for an hour or so, and then sent him on his way back to his crib in Chilltown, New Jersey.

Despite Chris Pratt coming out as a total Pratt I finished watching Guardians of the Galaxy part 3 I guess it was sad and it was not as good as the other episodes, basically the first one because even though I saw the first two installments I only like the first one The second one I can barely remember and I saw them with Juan so maybe that has something to do with it.

In the office waiting to take a later lunch and listening to a playlist that I have labeled Disco while reading The Secret Public by Jon Savage, and we are in the disco phase of the book, which is overdue and has to be returned to the library which I might just do tonight even though I did not finish the book.

So it is a later lunch for me today, because guests are expected at 1:30 p.m. which is in the middle of my lunch hour, but being a team player will sacrifice my schedule for the betterment of humankind hahaha.

Mike has expressed a plan for him to go to the Eagle tonight since it is jockstrap night, and Mike does have a fetish for jockstraps. It starts at 10:00 p.m. Mike does not live near the PATH train, and I expected it to be a headache for him to get to and fro.

He is a grown man, albeit not a tall one, and he can figure out what to do and how to get back and forth.

I myself I’m planning to go back into the deep freeze like I had been for 15 years because the alternative is just not worth the trouble. And since that aspect of the relationship between Mike and me has fallen by the wayside, I see no need nor obligation to hold up my end for nothing in particular.

He just does not understand it, and that is fine by me since it’s not his business to understand it.
Another deciding factor in his going to the Eagles tonight is the fact that it might be raining. But like I said, it’s his decision and not mine, though he did wish I could go with them, he realized the truth that it was not going to happen. (It’s not going to happen. Too much rain for our Mike)

Gay bars and I do not get along; we’re like oil and water, and that is how it has been for decades. I am 62 years old and have no desire to go into that life anymore, not that I did earlier.

Get Dancin’ by Disco Tex and the Sexolettes plays in the background. Memories of walking to Boy Scout meetings with Walter, who lived down the street from me, and listening to an AM radio in 1974 on Main Street in Lodi, New Jersey

I also watched a documentary on JFK Jr, the first part. Tonight I will probably watch the second part.