I am currently running a personal errand that is worth related and I’m walking by Madison Square Park. I just had a flashback to where this was the spot or one of the spots to get weed back at the ’80s and I would show up here. I would be surrounded by dreadlocks all trying to sell me their product.

It was a bit overwhelming and a little bit embarrassing because we were in the shadow of the courthouse, and these rastas or dreadlocks check this out check this out showing me the showing me that out of a dozen guys and I would have to pick one and wander off to pick up whatever it leaves whatever needed to be picked up a funny memory.

It is a pleasant Thursday afternoon August 7th to 2025
I just sat up at my desk and had a salad and now I am sitting outside smoking a mini cigar. The personal errand which was work related went well. I was only there for about 30 minutes, dropped off something, picked up something and took my time going back. It was nice.

Bought two cookies that were a bit pricey but so very wanted and now I might have a dealer in the neighborhood of these fine fine cookies.

And for lunch I went to get a salad and on the way there I ran into a former co-worker John Rosselli who is a sweetheart of a guy and the funny thing is just a week or so ago I was looking at him on Facebook thinking I can’t believe it’s been 13 years since I’ve last seen him and there he was today a little grayer around the edges but so am I.

We caught up with various jobs that we’ve been doing. He’s got a job as a boot fitter at a very popular sporting goods store off Union Square and I am a couple of blocks away at this computer fruit tree place.

We chatted for a few minutes, he’s such a good guy. I’d like to hang out with him again one of these days, perhaps since we’re both in the neighborhood perhaps lunch is necessary.

It’s quite quiet in the office today, not much going on on my end although the other end where I had visited earlier is always a hive of busyness and business.

The big shot of the company just gave a gold statue to L’Orange Merde as a bribe to not affect the tariffs on his fruit tree items.

So I sit and I smoke my mini cigar. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the Saskatchewan haze seems to have dissipated somewhat.

I slept well again last night although at 3:00 I woke up thinking that I had overslept. When I did not I still had three and a half hours to go which I immediately got back to.

Not much to report, just feeling good sitting outside looking at some very handsome men walking down the street, and some very crazy men walking down the street, and women as well, because insanity is not exclusively a male domain.

So I just looked up when I started writing again, and it turned out it was August 4th, 2024. It was soon after writing again, and after that Rafe Dais had something to say to me, and after I had said something, he said like oh, you have a way with words and I said You have no idea.

And here we are over a year later…

Wednesday afternoon 1:15 August 6th 2025 I paid my rent. I walked around Union Square. They did not have the chocolate vegan slices of bread that I enjoy while they had one slice and I wanted two so I got none.

Everything is pretty groovy everything is pretty quiet Marcus came in had it been in Monday and Tuesday for some reason I’m thinking of Isaac Roberto and Kirsty Tally two misbegotten human resources directors as well as Jermy Panzonfir they’re just generally bad people working for the best for the company not for the employer.

Last night was a mellow night at home and I finally achieved a good night’s sleep uninterrupted. The difficulty of getting out of bed this morning was immense but still I persevered and shuffled my way around the apartment into the shower with my coffee but not at the same time.

I feel I’ve eaten way too much this morning and I have I snacked all morning and now I have a gut full of sugar dough. Still I sit in my spot next to the building it’s not hot out The sun is not out I believe it’s from the Saskatchewan fire things are hazy as is my memory.

It is August and we’re looking down the road at September. My birthday month and also my least favorite month it’s a cruel twist of irony.

It’s Wednesday and we’re halfway through it which is a good thing to say. Tomorrow is Thursday and I look forward to that which means Friday will be quiet at least it should be. Though there is that meeting on Thursday morning and Marcus did give me advice not to talk about the staffing agency and to talk more about the fruit tree. So that means when I get back this afternoon I’ll have to figure out what to talk about during the meeting. It doesn’t have to be a home run, it doesn’t have to be the wittiest thing it just has to be. I wish they didn’t tell me I was so funny cuz now I keep trying to be funny.

I sit and smoke my mini cigar and watch handfuls of people stroll by 5th avenue and 16th Street. How many millions of people have walked by this area since the 1700s I am guessing hahaha.
Am I a good writer? Hard to say since I mainly dictate these notes it’s my phone and then edit them and clean them up when I get home at night.

I don’t write anything fanciful nor fictional I just write about what’s going on in my mind and what’s going on immediately before me it’s a strange situation I find myself in. In fact the anniversary of me restarting this here blog is coming up if it hasn’t passed already.

Bill has just set me a note from his dentist office they pulled a tooth last week and since then I think the neighboring filling has fallen apart. We shall see how that goes.

Over the weekend, Mike and I went to the store that replaced the Hoboken Farmboy in the hearts and stomachs of many people. I saw my friend who was wearing a mask and I asked him why and he thinks he got COVID but he’s not doing anything about it. He’s letting it run its course. Of course he was not wearing his mask properly and if he had a COVID he’s spreading it.

He’s a nice guy I enjoy his company but as he was telling me that I was literally itching my way away from him and whatever it is that he has.

I have eaten too much before lunch and I have to stop that and cut the amount down.

Hiroshima was 80 years ago today.