Hey it’s September 11th and I for one am glad I’m not working for Bratty McGrotty and they’re 9/11 plans in Tribeca.

Yeah things are pretty rotten. The fruit stand has some rotten fruit in it. I have worked with people and explained my situation and all of a sudden 13 other people get involved because you can’t have too many cooks in the kitchen.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I have taken off from work. And I’m trying not to be like my father but I find myself getting the shirt end of the stick. In June I took Mike to see his first Broadway play Chicago a week later I replaced Bill’s Apple watch

With a new Apple watch that I was able to get at a tremendous discount since I have connections at the fruit stand and for me it doesn’t seem like I’m getting anything in return which is fine I’m going to be 63 years old and I should get over the fact that I’m not getting presents. Yet I was outstanding in the gifts that I have given.

Since Bill hadn’t been working steadily through July and August there is not a steady paycheck coming in although he did get paid for the play and was barely enough. Now a lot of things could be forgiven if it was a good play, but it was not a good play.

So Bill is beating himself up over his lack of funds. Perhaps he didn’t plan enough ahead to get something done. I was hoping to get out of town by renting a car and going to sit on the beach for the day but that cost too much money and I was willing to pay for the whole thing myself to treat myself.

I’m greatly disappointed and my disappointment borders on depression and depression is a way that I did not want to spend my birthday. But here I am. I should. Might as well come into work cuz I ain’t doing nothing at home and I ain’t going anywhere.

So Charlie Kirk was shot in the neck during one of his right-wing rallies. He did say that he thought it was worth to have the cost of some gun deaths that’s every single year so that we can have the second amendment it is a prudent deal and is rational and that’s how he died he was one of those deaths so that we could have the second amendment and no one was probably more surprised than him.

The current climate seems to point to a possibility that this is more of a distraction from the Epstein files that L’Orange Merde would rather not have us think about.

So Andrea Voto unfriended me and Dave Bell said I was better than this. With that at 9/11 and my broke ass birthday My mental state leaves a lot to be desired. The present plan in the back of my mind is to just take the light rail to Liberty State Park and hang out and have a picnic which would be fine I think…

Today seems to be the type of day where I am finding out about various coworkers at the fruit stand who are certifiably nuts. The bloom is coming off the fruited blossoms.

555 was the last word count for this; 555 is Bill’s signature of sorts. Now, having written that is more than 555, but you get the point, one would hope. It’s lunch time, I’m outside my building smoking my cigar larger than usual because it is my Friday, so it’s a Thursday and blah blah blah.

Spoke to Bill and recommended that he call 988, and he did, and the counselor at the other end of the line was able to be objective and talk to him and say things that made him feel somewhat better. I can hear him smile through the phone.

Now, the plan is for tomorrow, and going to Liberty State Park with Bill and Mike, perhaps wandering around and having sandwiches for a little while, and then coming back to Hoboken and going to Grimaldi’s for some pizza. It’s simple, we’re simple. Life is complicated, we don’t have to be.

I should write about 9/11 and the Algerians and Bratty McGrotty some day

All mixed up

September 10th 2025 Wednesday. Last night hanging out with Bill was quite nice. He was driving me up the wall and loving every minute of it, when he drives me up the wall he’s usually driving a bus so it’s hectic.

I greatly enjoyed the reply last night. It gave me many laughs. We watched John Oliver and The Daily Show which was informative and funny.

Around 4:00 in the morning the smoke detector / carbon monoxide detector started making noise and I knew it would continue so I got out of bed, got on the step ladder and took apart the smoke detector/carbon monoxide detector. I’m happy to say that we did not die during the night. My sleep was interrupted by this.

Today is Wednesday which is in a strange way My Thursday since I am off on Friday that means Thursday is Friday or words to that effect.
I was hoping for a plan of renting a car and going down to the shore this weekend that only for the day but that might not happen because
Bill could not afford it so I am willing to contribute just to get out of town
Bill might be working this weekend since he did not work steady in the month of August because he was working on the play. He’s a bit broke

I suppose I’d have to be content with being by myself over the weekend which would be fine, I’d rather not but I have no say in the matter. It’s true as one gets older and goes through life little things like birthday parties don’t really matter that much although when they do happen they really do matter.

It’s a gray Wednesday at work raining is most of the day and once again I have no say in the matter.
I did read some notes about the podcast that I was thinking about doing earlier this year and it still does make sense it might be worth looking into and pursuing.

But the layout for this post is a bit screwy but I can fix it in post. I haven’t heard from Mike in about 36 hours and I’m not complaining I have enough drama in my life at the moment and I don’t need anymore from his end

And I’m glad things went out with a whimper not with a bang. Perhaps I was whimpering but things came as a shock as they slowly round to a halt.

He saw my 15 years of solo sexuality as abuse on Bill’s part but it wasn’t and I was not crying I was taking care of letters in my own hands literally I’m figuratively. Then shorty wound up in my lap he said all the right things which opened my arms as well as my legs hahaha.

It was all for nought. The well is dry the bank is closed no more for him. Let his admirers take care of him I wash my hands in a matter of Pontius Pilate or Lady Macbeth

8 minutes to lunch I have a cigar all cueued up and ready to go. I will be calling shorty around 1:10 if he answers the phone fine if he doesn’t that’s it I move on.

Should I tell him that I was hooked on him and not speaking to him for over 24 hours showed me that I ain’t hooked on him anymore.

I just saw a young man who looked like he fell far from the Michael Hutchence tree and studied too hard on perfecting a strut which made it look more like he had something in his shoe which caused him pain while walking down the street.

Today, the sky is the color of one of the topics from yesterday, lactose-free milk.

It’s a crazy guy nearby, grabbing his dick through his sweat shorts. I don’t think he’s a threat, but one never knows, do they? He paces anxiously, two steps forward, two steps back, two steps forward, two steps back.

Crazy guy has moved out of sight, not necessarily a good thing, but we shall see. Other news, Charlie Kirk was shot in the neck at a rally today. The anti-LGBT right-wing crank is dead.