The next day. Nothing has happened but it may be too early to tell as we are only half way through the day. As scheduled I was supposed to be at the main fruit stand today. That is where I started the day, working alongside Violeta at Janis’ desk. It went well, Violeta and I get along fine. Some laughs were had. Janis flitted about and Kimberly remained unseen by my eyes on another fruit stand platform.

Yancy was busy lurking about yet in a satisfactory mood. It seems he was aligned with my situation rather than Brandon and his put-upon twenty-something malaise. But even that might be too early to follow through on. As Yancy lurked word was received that Marcus was working at home today and no one would be at the fruit stand where I usually sit.

It was decided by Yancy that I should go back to the fruit stand, and I definitely had no problem with regards to that. It was not going to be immediate, time would tell when I would go. And Janis was the time keeper and when she was done doing her tasks, she returned to her fruit stand area allowing me to head out.

She suggested that I take a subway from there to here nut I’m not a fan of the subway and opted to walk. It was clammy and by the time I was at ‘my’ fruit stand I was somewhat drenched in sweat. I had back up undershirts so it was no big deal. And I’ve been sitting at the fruit stand watching the fruit ripen.

Last night was alright. Mike talked me in, off the ledge as did Bill from the road he was on. Bill received the text of yesterday’s tale and Mike heard the verbal side of things. Both were on my side naturally, and I think Yancy was too. I have an inkling that Yancy is of the mind that what happens on Tuesday stays in Tuesday, since Wednesday is a new day.

Mike drifted in and out of a nap as I talked to Bill on the phone. At one point I was looking at texts, and one in particular from Larry David. I archived it when all of a sudden it appeared once again. I tried archiving it to no avail and finally opted to deleted but that was not happening.

And then it was happening but I did not notice it moved from Larry David to Bill’s text and I wound up deleting 17,000 texts from Bill over the years. It seemed yesterday was an accursed day. I panicked and tried to access my trash bin all the while Google telling me it was not going to happen, and then it was going to happen.

I was able to retrieve the texts from over the years, which was a relief and a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Mike and I watched 1982’s Poltergeist. We had each seen it before. I saw it in a theater back in the day and it was the early days of smoking pot for me so I was considerably stoned as well as a bit freaked out.

I was planning on having a little cigar as I walked from one fruit stand to the other but decided not to. I think it was an accomplishment because a part of me thinks I smoke too much.

It was 11 years ago that Chris Gohorel died. That menas it’s been 11 years since Kevin, my late ex-roommate told the ever so wonderful Scrut Herbisox that I had posted photos of Chris’ belongings being set at the curb. I never did such a thing and I think that was probably the last time I ever said anything to Kevin. He passed away in 2023. Scrut still lives though.