I used to go to concerts all the time. I believe the last concert I saw was the Feelies covering the Velvet Underground at the White Eagle Hall in Jersey City. They were having two sets. I stayed for the first one and left at intermission. One of the reasons why I left was because I like the Feelies, I like the Velvet Underground, and I can listen to either one at my home. Plus, I didn’t see many people I knew.

Edwyn Collins’ “A Girl Like You” is playing on the fruit stand radio. So the company that placed me at the fruit stand has a bunch of social media-engaging clubs to join or look into. One of them was for concert goers, and like I said, I used to go to concerts all the time- now, I do not. I have friends who go whenever they can, and they have cars, so they can get around.

There was a band from Scotland, Young Fathers, that I read about in the New York Times that were really engaging and I bought tickets to see them about 6 months in a chance and I could not entice anyone to go with me especially if they had a car I pay for tolls I’d pay for gas nobody was taking the bait so I wound up selling the tickets back at a $20 loss.

That was the deciding factor of no more shows for me, especially in Brooklyn if it was in Manhattan, and be a bit easier, but this was Brooklyn, and nobody was into it except for me. These days, I’d rather stay at home with Bill or by myself and just relax. I am content with that and not envious of my friends who do go to shows; in fact, I sit back in admiration of them because they have the time, the money, and the transportation to do those things.

And I admit I have seen plenty of bands and plenty of situations and venues, and those bands are gone, and those fun years are gone. I just saw a posting of the Fleshtones with REM opening up for them at the Peppermint Lounge in 1982, and I can’t help but think that I was there. I did see the Fleshtones many times and REM many times, perhaps even together.

Overheard by the microphone, which seems to be working right now.
Good morning, I’m well, thank you. How are you?
Hello, he was crazy early, just for the record. I tried to get it back there, but I can only get halfway through.

Earlier, when I was posting or dictating, I was thinking to myself Wow, I haven’t spoken about Mike. Well, Bill and I talked about Mike the other day, and how he might be Mike that is a sex addict. Which is fine, I suppose. I tried to be when he was around, but I can never get it together.

Mike thinks Bill is abusive since we do not have sex, and that is Bill’s choice. I broke it down the other day into, let’s say, good sex lasts about 20 minutes to an hour. Mike would be throwing out a relationship if things dried up for him if he were in a relationship where there’s sex ended. Which was ridiculous for me to consider an hour out of 24 hours, and he’d be willing to walk away from that.

232 West 37 is the location of a sex club in Midtown. Why do I know this? I don’t know, I just know I decided to walk around during lunch time down 37th Street, past one or two places that I used to frequent, not a sex club, but a recording studio where I worked, and a barber shop which was a front for a massage parlor.

I wandered into the magazine Cafe and bought a copy of Uncut with David Bowie on the cover since I’m running out of things to read on the train. I did put two requests into the Bibliotheque in Hoboken, and they both came in, so now I have too much to read, which is a first-world problem, I’m sure.

Bill is supposed to meet me at the PATH train, and we will have to stop at the library to pick up these items: a book about James Baldwin and a book by Sarah Vowell, which I have read before.

Tomorrow is my last day at the Major League fruit stand, and I really wouldn’t mind getting back to the spot where I usually work. Though they did feed me well today, some Middle Eastern food was satisfactory enough to fill the void in my stomach. Don’t know what I was eating, but it tasted good.

Pylon spider
It was an experiment, it was a fantasy, that was doomed to fail, that was fatally unreal. I don’t even know if it was fun. Why didn’t it last? They were fun moments, but they were overpowered by anger management issues and my holding him accountable. That is what Billie determined.

I am close to 3 GB of data usage on this phone, and the cycle ends on the 11th, which is Sunday or maybe Saturday, but in any of the men’s been lost.
In any event, I have nothing to lose since everything has been lost already is what I had intended to say, but the microphone picked up something different.

Some folks will never lose a toe, and then again some folk’ll like Cletus the slackawed Yokel.
That was playing in my head as I was waiting for the elevator to take me down to the street on my lunch hour it made me laugh it’s from The Simpsons from the ’90s it’s 30 years old.

To slow day somewhat interesting but not overtly interesting, not much to do competing with thing one and thing two at NYC 14 thing one is great she’s wonderful thing to lose something to be desired but it’s all right it’s okay.

It is a warm October 7th, I said August 1st, and went back and edited it since it is no longer August.

So life with Mike I don’t know what I was hoping for I did try to take care of him I just spend money on him as my own doing. Nobody put me up to it I did make his life easier. I think if it wasn’t for me he’d be a lot worse off than he is now.

But he’s okay, he seems to be doing his own thing. There are things that I have come across that are not my business, so I’m not bringing it up, but we do have Gmai,l and I accidentally took a look at his account and saw something alarming, whether or not it gets taken care of, I don’t know. It’s not my concern, really

I saw a guy this morning that resembled Dan Kochav, The famed investment banker that I got along with years ago and then one day as I was leaving the woods in Central Park with my eyes quite red I ran into him and his family which is probably disappointing to him but fuck it it was my life my time my weekend and I did not want to nor expect to see him.

Sometime after that, he opened his own company. I applied for a job there, and it was determined that I was not right for that position, no harm, no foul they say. I resent Teresa Scalise more than I resent Dan Kochav. But since both turned me down for positions or neglected to offer me a hand, I wound up where I am now, which is probably better for all concerned

The machinations were unseen to me at the time, but in hindsight, it is 20/20.
I am back at 16th and 5th today, NYC01 they call it. Tomorrow and Thursday I will be in NYC 14th. The headquarters of the fruit stand.

There was a car alarm going off that I heard for a couple of minutes, and was going to do an impromptu ‘O Superman’ thing, but as I set up the camera, it ended. The best lead plans of mice and men and John Ozed fall by the wayside.