A nice spring day which I am hesitant to mention lest things go awry. That is always a possibility. I got to the fruit stand and adjusted the shades which made a difference. And as the sun moved, as the earth moved, I readjusted the shades so that things will appear brighter, luminous wise.

Quick confession. On my way from one fruit stand to another fruit stand, I visited a dispensary that Jimmy Chile recommended. I have gone there a few times already and was generally satisfied. Yesterday’s visit was more of the same with a different product, which I enjoyed last night and am pleasantly feeling the after effects this morning.

It feels like a throwback to the way things used to be, not knowing if what Marcus or Jesse or Poncho, my Rasta bredren, was indica or sativa since those terms existed but were never used, at least not by us. Maybe they would say that one week it was very mellow or the next week was a bit energetic.

The mellow would be indica and the energetic would be sativa. I always go for the indica as I do not need stimulation, especially near bedtime. So, I am happily hungover, everything is pleasantly fuzzy around the edges and I am OK with that.

Mike falls asleep at the drop of a hat after eating dinner. After his hot dogs, he stretched out on the couch and within minutes, he was snoring. At one point, I had to wake him up to let him know he was snoring. Bill was calling from on the road and could hear Mike in the background.

Marcus just walked by, moody as ever, looking at his phone, baseball cap pointing up from his forehead.

He has not been pleasant to be around, so I will do my best to keep my distance. He is eating his Chik a Fil just a few feet away from. Marcus knows of the boycott and does not care which is fine, it is his prerogative.

The day is now halfway done. I plan on eating ruit this afternoon. I am looking at a banana and an orange. Banana is first, orange will be later, I’ve done this menu plan previously and it is just enough to get me home. Mike is at my apartment and will return to his crib this evening to make it hospitable for his beloved Wade.

A lovely springtime lunch I’m walking around the Chelsea flat iron area. On my walk I thought I saw my former Algerian supervisor Lurlene Lumbago. I admit I did something rotten 7 years ago after they let me go and even confessed to it on Fesshole on what used to be Twitter.

It was such an underhanded thing that they were taking a back and would not post it where other people post various things that are not good or potentially embarrassing. This was beyond the pale. And I did it knowing that she had so much karmic that attached and I added to it which increased my karmic debt. Not very smart, not very kind, and I look back with regret.