Scott Schmedes’ dream. I have not seen Scott in 49 years. We were class pals in 1976, but after graduation, I never saw him again. But there he was in my dream the other night, and he hadn’t changed much just an older version of what I remembered from 1976. I do hope he’s doing well. I’m sure he is.

I am at work now playing a Pet Shop Boys playlist, Left to My Own Devices is playing and I am remembering being in a car with Ulysses and driving from Queens to Manhattan to perhaps Secaucus, coming down from the night before, a few hours of twitchy sleep, and listening to the Trevor Horn production.

I am supposed to shoot photographs with Mike on Saturday, and I am looking at Saturday afternoon, and I am not sure if Mike is on the same time frame as I am, but we shall see. I have not communicated with him with regards to the time that I am thinking, 2:00 p.m. and I have no idea what he is thinking, as usual

It is a cloudy gray day this Wednesday, September 17th. There was the initial flush at work of requests cuz they have all been filled, so now we wait for the rest. Some of my guests have come in, so I’m guessing everything is going smoothly. I have even picked up some other things that were lying by the wayside from other people.

So the cloudy gray day has turned into a rainy gray day. The thing I’ve been doing at lunch time is going outside and enjoying a small cigar, not a mini cigar, but a small cigar, and I was hoping to do the same today. Looking east, it looks dry, but looking north, the window is coated with rain, and that has made the decision for me.

It’s not the end of the worl,d I will adapt as I generally do. Bill is driving people around in this weather, and I hope he’s very cautious and I know he is. I’m sitting at my desk listening to Paul McCartney. I suppose I can go elsewhere for lunch and sit somewhere else, but the most comfortable here, so here’s why I remain

I was thinking of Dais,y the woman I used to work with, when I had a job at Bratty McGrotty. She sent me a birthday greeting last week, and it was nice at I replied with it thank you and that’s it. I hope they’re treating her well at that hellhole, but I have no idea. I say listen to Paul McCartney, I am hearing some contemporary hip hop things, and as I wrote that, they stopped. And now Eminem is playing quite loudly and arrogantly as only Eminem can be.

Eminem drops off, Paul McCartney continues, and I am still sitting at my desk talking into my phone and dictating my notes, which I will edit later on tonight when I get home because that’s how I do things yo.

Sheff G and Sleepy Hallow are here with a crew of over a dozen. Nice guys mainly, but fans of L’Orange Merde it seems. So that’s like minus a million points for Slytherin.

Last night I watched Hannah and her Sisters which I first saw in Boston in 1986 with Steven Saporito. I cried at the end, I found it quite moving.

I am presently at work and unable to work since I connect to the Wi-Fi network and that is unavailable to me at the moment. I have called the powers that be to help me out they did what they can others are unreachable get trying to connect with me when they get a chance

Bill is on the road somewhere in Pennsylvania and I’m in trouble with the tombstone blues hahaha

Yancey is the manager I am trying to connect to and he is unavailable. I can’t help but feel that this always happens to me. After 2 hours the problem was solved Jimmy Chile returned after an initial request for his presence much to Yancey’s dismay and he was able to help me out and was able to get it done in an unorthodox manner but still the job was done.

JD Vance has declared war on liberals. Perhaps the killing of Charlie Kirk lit the fuse for a potential civil war of not North versus South but left versus right. If that is the case I am on the list. It’s all too reminiscent of various things that I’ve seen on TV in the past couple of years we are sliding to a dystopian reality and it’s not as romantically portrayed as seen on TV.

Just talked to Mike for a few minutes. He’s assisting another ex-con and working or trying to find work, he was once counseled and now he is a counselor. Each one teach one is a favorite saying of Mike.

It’s funny, a few months ago we had arguments about how he doesn’t talk and he remarked about how his cell mates back in the day would say that he would never shut up. Now I find that to be true he never shuts up once he gets started oh he’s on a roll and no matter how meniscule the details he will tell you.

It’s Tuesday September 16 I think…I actually had to check I said the 17th only the 16th. It’s lunch time I’m out having a Padron 2000 enjoying it in the autumn afternoon and even though it’s not autumn yet that’ll be this weekend, it feels like it is already autumn. Tomorrow rain is scheduled but of course we won’t know until it actually happens. But it’s an okay day and hopefully the afternoon will fly by. I have a tentative meeting scheduled for 3:00 p.m. and I hope it doesn’t happen but if it does it will be on camera and I’ll have to answer all questions clearly and concisely.

The last of Bill’s aunts passed away last night or yesterday and Bill found out last night and he was understandably despondent. The last of the Mohicans as it were. I will greet him with a big hug and kiss when he comes home tonight after being away for the past 24 hours.

I had an encounter with Mark today that was reminiscent of George Costanza and his black boss working for the Yankees. I’ll have to get into it more later.
I talked about getting food from Chopt over the weekend with Billie and how I was reluctant to tell him since he had worked for Chopt years ago, and it ended badly. But it was so long ago, and it was a life lesson for him, and he has no bad feelings about me getting salad once a week from that restaurant.

People are so involved with their phones that they don’t know what floor they’re trying to get off on, even though they hit the button for a different floor of the elevator