Oh so many fucked up situations going on and they’re not just mine. Marcus Mike Bill and his play Lord have mercy. It’s all going on around me. I gotta duck and make sure that I don’t get hit by the bullshit.
On the plus side I ordered a salad that should be ready in about 2 hours which I will pick up. There was a paranoid thought in the back of my head yesterday that Mike was going to do damage to the apartments but that’s paranoid thinking in my head.
I came home and everything was the same as it ever was. There was a protest or a rally regarding the benches on Washington Street and I promised to attend and when I got home I realized that I forgot and after climbing those four flights of steps to my apartment I wasn’t about to go outside.
So I feel bad for Kurt who is recovering from a stroke a few years ago and was quite irate that street benches were taken from the sidewalks. I sympathize but cannot show up. There is a feeling of guilt. But with what was going on in my head yesterday I had to get home.
Time is crawling and I’m trying to busy myself at work
Bob Huff his birthday was yesterday Martin Chambers drummer of the pretenders his birthday is today. I do this x amount of candles for so and so on social media and I have to do that again when I get home tonight
Things are better between me and Mike as I wrote last night I suppose. High school hijinks perhaps.
Well Bill had a nice phone call with Mike and it went well. Bill is in love with the enthusiasm that Mike has for the theater world and realizes that it’s a different relationship that they have that I have with Mike. Mine was based on cigars which is limited as I know quite a bit more about cigars and Bill’s is an ongoing theatrical day thing.
Changes day to day I suppose that’s the nature of our relationship. Some days are better than others but he doesn’t understand or didn’t understand and I think he’s coming around now.
Work is the usual oddness mixed with pleasantries. Marcus, aloof when he walks in and hour or so later He’s telling me what’s going on with his life and I try to be supportive with him. His drama is everywhere it seems where yesterday was mine. Today is Marcus’ day for high drama.
Jimmy Chile is out at another office so I’m doing a lot of flying solo which is fine I suppose so interacting with somebody is usually better and helps the day go by but until then I’m a solo act.
I just listened to the first Cars album as well as a few songs from their second and third album. I am a bit embarrased at how I greatly admired Ric Ocasek lyrics back in the day 48 years ago. Now I look back with some embarrassment and a lot of laughter towards those lyrics ‘I’m flying like a cement kite’, now I mean WTF?
Xavier High School is near. It’s a Catholic High School, a boy’s high school, and I’ve just seen at least 30 or so students walking by, so full of life and energy. They have to wear uniforms that involve a tie, which I did not.