This is the third attempt that I have made to post to Google Docs. I’m quite annoyed. Mike’s phone is unavailable since he did not pay his bill. He asked me to send a Lyft because he thinks his paycheck might be in his mailbox, and he did not set up direct deposit.

He texted me on Facebook asking me if I could arrange a Lyft I figured that he needed it right away and so I booked the car right away. The driver showed up, no Mike, driver pulls away, I’m eating $20 for lunch.

Meanwhile, he’s able to post videos on Facebook. I’m quite annoyed with him, very much annoyed with him. Bill is annoyed with him, very much annoyed with him. Bill, Mike, and I must have a conversation about this. It seems that I am being taken for granted.

His priorities are having to post smoking cigar videos on Facebook rather than getting his shit together and getting to what he has to do. I get a voice text saying Oh, you ordered it too soon. I needed it in an hour. Motherfucker if you needed the car in an hour, you should have said I need a car in an hour, but no, you said you needed the car, and I jumped to it, and now I’m eating that $20.

And I’m the stupid mother fucker who even looked into having a round trip since he only needed to run up his steps, check the mailbox, and then get back in the car, but that would have been $50, which would have meant I would have been eating $50. $20 is bad enough, but $50 is insane.

Homeboy is going to have to take the bus from now on because this Lyft nonsense is not going to happen anytime soon again. Yes, I think the whole house of cards that Mike and I built has collapsed upon itself, and it is all for the best. I feel I was taken for granted, perhaps even used, but then again, I allowed myself to be used. There was a physicality to the relationship that does not exist anymore.

Despite all that he’s gone through 12 years behind bars, He’s childlike and in many ways naive in many ways, innocent in many ways. And yet on the other hand, he’s a big slut, so perhaps not so innocent.

But this was the last straw, and that straw had a price tag of $20 on it. I can’t even say I’m sad about the whole situation, perhaps relieved that I will not get so upset or pissed off anymore. Did we match? I thought we did at the beginning, but that match was usually used to let a cigar. Intellectually, not so much; financially, definitely not. Not that I am made of money or have a lot of it, but I did hook him up many a time. And let his thousands of followers online assist him the way I had.

Everything is more complicated. More people, more complications. Mike is complicating things. I don’t like it
He did not pay his phone bill, so he does not have a phone, so he’s not really able to communicate. He asked me to get a Lyft for him, and I did just that. I saw a text saying he would let me know when to send a Lyft, but he sent it after I arranged for the lift.

We just got off the phone after an hour. Things are better; we’re not physically attracted to each other. The guy in his videos is definitely not the guy sitting on my couch, looking at his phone, watching awful videos of police being horrible and people in general behaving badly.

The cool-off period has set in. And I’m fine with it.

We’re still friends, perhaps good friends. He wants to be around for my birthday next week, and I’d like that too. I’m glad he’s not a reader, especially not a reader of this here blog.

Working is no problem 9.2.2025
Thinking about the 90s and going on an artist studio tour in an industrial building in Jersey City with William and Julio.
Judging the art
By the food and drink that was offered

New toy
Today is the day I found out something that I just forgot
At my desk at the fruit stand, The Doobie Brothers are singing Black water and I am transported back to a car driven by Mrs Marjorie Williams with daughter Barbara singing along to this song that I had never heard until that moment.

It is September 2nd, it is my least favorite time of year, it is full of memories of dread with having to go back to school. Summer’s over, no more fun, back to school. Hit the books

Mike came over yesterday we hung out and threw on a Harry Potter movie that he watched from time to time when not looking at his phone. That thing is Mike’s right I am connected to my computer the way he is connected to his phone
It’s the same and yet it is not the same

Bill was driving people to and fro the Port Authority in MetLife Stadium for the Oasis show. Oasis or a lot bigger than I had imagined them to be, still don’t care for them though, Friends of mine do.

So the feeling of dread I’ve been carrying around for about 45 years which is when I last attended School. It pops up almost every year at this time, and it’s not a good feeling but it’s not the worst, but it’s all in my head.

I did the bike ride on Sunday at about 13 mi,les and I rested quite well. Mike was supposed to come over on Friday was supposed to come over on Saturday but supposed to come over on Sunday came over on Monday.

My ardor has cooled considerably. I am fine with that. I have no idea whether or not Mike is. No more overtures. He put it upon himself, I’m not sticking around, I mean, I will stick around, but not in that sense. I’m not sure if Mike had even noticed.

But I will say this, now that Bill has found out about the shenanigans between Mike and me, those affection for me has increased noticeably, and I am grateful. Perhaps he was afraid of losing me to Mike. I might be an idiot, but I am no fool.

I will have lunch in 2 hours, chicken penne and pesto, which I made yesterday, and of course made a special batch without pesto for Mike
Mike has hundreds of online admirers, and of course, most of them are miles and miles away. There are some nearby, and then there is Joe Jaworski, who remains at large and on the loose after fleeing the spelling bee, spelling paisan as pizza ann. Not a bright guy, but like birds of a feather etc etc

Taking it to the streets by The Doobie Brothers, it was a big deal back then in the 1970,s especially when they made a guest appearance on What’s Happening

Lunch time at my spot or next to my spot on Tuesday, September 2nd, 2025. It is a Tuesday, yet it feels like a Monday. I’ve had four days off, and things are slow today, especially the clock and time passing by

I’m next to my usual spot because somebody left a pile of what looks like baby clothes where I usually sit, so I will not bother the pile of baby clothes or toddler clothes I sit a yard away
Jackhammers go off nearby, yet it’s loud, but I suppose it’s necessary

Mike has circadian rhythm problems. He’s been working from 10:45 to 6:45 p.m. to a.m., so his whole sleep schedule is upended. I just spoke to Bill, who tells me Mike is still asleep
It’s easy enough to do that when you’re younger, IE not 44 years old, and as one age,s it does take its toll.
And working is no problem, a song from Pylon, Gyrate LP

It’s a good job, a job that I enjoy going to, and I enjoy the people I work with, even though Marcus just walked by with a bag of Chick-fil-A and basically bragged that he was eating Chick-fil-A. He’s unconcerned with LGBT people being killed in Africa, funded by Chick-fil-A profits

Photo is of Laura ‘Arrot’ Hartford
Harold Wind, aka Windy
His name popped into my head when I saw a young man walking on the street with his hands and his pockets, and I was reminded of something about 40-plus years ago when Windy asked if I was playing pocket pool when I had my hands in my pockets…HBJ daze

Almost 1:30, I’m taking a half an hour lunch hour
Unwarranted drama between Bill, Mike, and me, and I’m not even involved, and yet I am dragged into it in much confusion.