Feeling somewhat better today which means the Yin to my Yang is feeling somewhat bad today. I’m up, Bill’s down. Part of the reason that I think I am feeling better is the holiday party from my former job has come and gone. I wasn’t planning on going, yet it felt like I knew of a party that I was not invited to.

Now that the moment has passed, I am fine. I’ve also muted Daisy’s texts since it’s probably for the best that I have nothing to do with anyone from that cursed law firm. And cursed they are. The last time I cursed a former employer I may have let loose a worldwide pandemic.

Then again it was a company that had its South African fingers in many international pies. These bastards are relatively local star fuckers ably supported by the shepherdess Joselita Semana. Semana is Balkan for Semen Eater I think.

It was chilly today as I went for an afternoon stroll. I mailed six holiday cards out yesterday and when I got home the was a holiday card waiting for me & Bill. It was Lovely Rita and she’s in a new apartment which I did not have the address for, but on the latest card was her new address.

A card was produced and duly dispatched with a photo that I sent to a few lucky recipients. As I was wandering around town I ran into Michael Post. he’s a cigar guy who lives across the street from Bill & I. I met him about 12 years ago when I was working for Schlomo at a cigar shop on Washington Street.

He was an interesting chap, a trainer by trade, and handsome to boot. My encounters were fleeting at best, Bill would talk with him at a cigar lounge that Bill would frequent while waiting for me to return from work.

Things didn’t work out well for Michael Post there. He was working there somewhat and the new owner fired him saying to Bill that he overheard him bad-mouthing the owner on the security camera. I thought it odd since of all the security cameras I had seen, they were all video with no audio, but this new cigar lounge owner got it like that or so he says.

I’m not a fan of this young entrepreneur. On 4/20 I was going to meet my dear friend, RoDa who works across the street from the cigar lounge in a dispensary. I was early and told RoDa I would be in the cigar lounge having a cigar and would meet him when he got off work. It was my first visit since the cigar lounge had new management.

I bought a cigar, clipped it, and scanning the room, I opted to sit on a couch away from the ‘Bros’ hanging out with backward baseball caps talking loudly about some stupid sports team, and also I would be able to ignore the TV screens showing the sports.

The new owner came up to me, asking if I would move since people were expected to come it, and even though they weren’t there, the space I was in had to be vacated. The new owner suggested that I sit in the chairs that I already decided not to sit in.

I got up and walked out, smoking a cigar nearby, and waited for RoDa. I haven’t been in the cigar lounge since, though Bill still frequents it on occasion. The cigars were a bit overpriced and were decidedly lacking in variety, strictly second-tier selections.

Still, I wish the owner well, I don’t want to see him fail but I doubt I would return to the establishment.