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Irish Exit

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December 11th, 2025, a Thursday. So I am committed to going to this party and have to figure out how to fill two hours between me leaving the office and the start of the party.

That’s my biggest dilemma; other than that, everything seems to be okay. Mike asked me to call him last night before I went to bed, and so I did, and of course, I got his voicemail because he never answers his phone if he’s shooting videos or photographs

I’m in no rush to call him, and I have not, in fact, I have my phone on do not disturb, so even if he calls me, he cannot get through. It’s just been a slow, cold day, and time is moving quietly.

I did send a text about an hour ago to Mike, to which he has not responded, which is fine with me I do not know if he is coming over tonight.

There is a plan to get halal food for lunch, so I will probably do that after I visit the local cigar shop to buy a cigar to smoke on my way to the party. My plan is to finish work at 5:00, fart around here until 6:00 p.m., and then walk up to 53rd Street, which is basically about 40 blocks.

It was a plan for Mike to come over tonight, but I have no idea where that plan stands. He’s not communicating with me, and I communicated at 10:45 last night.

Are these little games that we’re playing? Am I being petty? I do know I’m very much depressed. And don’t know how to get out of it. I slept very well last night, went to bed around 10:45, and woke up before the alarm clock.

So the fruit stand holiday event is where I expected it to be, where the new music seminar was held in the 90s, where I had a Meetup with a suit and cigar guy in the early 2000s at 53rd Street and 7th Avenue

My current plan is to walk up, taking my time, up Fifth Avenue, enjoying us ago and perhaps a free world that I got for free from the local dispensary in Hoboken.

There is quite a malaise in my head just now, thinking of how I used to walk up from Farfetched on Fourth Avenue up to the Port Authority bus terminal, where I would enjoy a cigar and a smoke.

It was usually on a Saturday or Sunday night, and I’d walk up through Madison Square Park area, and the place would be deserted, and I very much enjoyed it nowadays, it’s crowded with young somethings doing whatever it is they do.

But that was then, this is now, and if Lois and Susan can get over what happened to Farfetched and I certainly can as well. I just don’t know what it is, some sadness, some depression, some confusion, some dread (existential).

I’m sure a lot of it has to do with Bill not being around, and the latest development is my lack of interest in anyone else sexually, including Shorty. Shorty doesn’t know that yet. He has not reached out to their phone, just texted me a picture of himself, so I’ll be a cigar in a blue robe and a dirty jock, which turns on a lot of guys but not me.

If he comes over tonight, that would be fine, although I doubt I will be awake for much of it. Without communication, nothing is planned, and if nothing is planned, nothing could get done. He claims he’s looking forward to coming over, it’s just a claim, and it was in a text, so who knows?

Anise, Marcus, and a few coworkers are meeting at a bar for drinks before the event, and I’m not much of a drinker, so I’m going to pass and focus on my Irish exit.

I went to the fruit stand party, and it was nice. The Irish exit worked. Home before 9 PM. WTF?

Plus One

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Bad reputation

3 dimes fell out of my pocket on the floor of the train. I was too embarrassed to pick them up, and I figured somebody else could use them more than me

Generosity, humility, and embarrassment

The train stopped as it pulled into the station, and I picked up those three dimes.

I am at the main fruit stand today, and everything is off balance. I had to be set up for an account once again since the previous setup was forgotten on the computer I was supposed to be working at.

Which made Yancey ornery. I knew that the computer setup could be difficult, and I was right. It added to the apprehension that I had yesterday.

So it’s me & Lex Luthor manning the desk. Since his computer is fine at the fruit stand, he’s been carrying most of the weight as I struggle with my setup.

He was invited to the fruit stand holiday party as someone’s plus one. I haven’t. He’s been entered in the Toys for Tots raffle. I haven’t. He started a month after me and is at the main fruit stand, whereas I am not.

I have to revise my opinion of good old Lex. It’s been a stressful kind of day, though, and communicating with Mike has not been going well. Things were bad earlier they have gotten better since. And more than likely, it was all my fault that things had gone the way they had.

Apparently, he’s afraid to talk to me sometimes because of how I will take things, and I can see his point because sometimes I misunderstand, and things get lopsided.

I was supposed to meet Bill at 2:00 p.m. to hand over two shirts that he was supposed to pack but did not, and he showed up at 1:30 and threw me off my schedule that I had arranged with my co-workers, and they were fine with it, but I was not in the mind that I should have been.

So between dealing with Bill arriving early and Mike being whoever he might be…

The thing with Mike is that he posted these photos and videos online, and they are erotic, and they are what got me interested in the first place. But he is not that guy. He is a nice guy cuz he’s not the rough and tumble guy that he portrays in the video.

I did learn to like the guy that he is, and occasionally I would make jokes about seeing those videos and saying I’d like to meet that guy someday. Apparently, Mike had taken that the wrong way and was greatly hurt by it, which I found out today

So on top of all that, I spent way too much time and energy trying to soothe ruffled feathers, which I did, I suppose. There are some guilty feelings on my end with Mike saying, “I guess I’ll see you around Christmas time or later,” and me being out of sorts; it was just not a good combination.

He was supposed to he was supposed to come over tomorrow, and I suggested that he didn’t, but later on suggested that he did, so he will, I suppose.

Tomorrow I will be back at my miniature fruit stand, and happy to be there where things go according to plan or schedule.

The fruit stand is having its holiday party. I’m a contracted worker, so I’m not invited. I was fine with that. Slightly disgruntled, but holiday parties can be dicey. I’m not much of a drinker these days, and more often than not, after eight hours, I just want to go home.

Anise is helping to run the event. Lex Luthor is also a contracted worker. He was invited as Anise’s plus one. This afternoon, I was offered as her other plus one. I said no thanks. I saw Marcus this afternoon as he was at the main fruit stand, and he suggested I go. Then, Bill suggested that I go. And Mike suggested the same.

I could go, do a walk-through, and an Irish exit. I am uncertain, but I just called Anise and cleared it with her, so I am going.