Friday holiday weekend, Memorial Day approaching, last full weekend in May.
I’m finishing up my lunch hour outside 106 5th Avenue. There is a guy sitting on the sidewalk, who was there an hour ago, and I put a dollar in his hand, and he hasn’t moved, I think he might be dead.

The city is quiet, the trains weren’t that crowded this morning which was enjoyable. I had a salad for lunch which is something I haven’t done since last year. Relatively healthy eating has been just an odd thing for me since I’ve been making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches most days that I started working. It is a way to save money and an easy snack, and it’s protein and it’s sweet, and it served its purpose, but I needed to do something to free up the lower extremities or intestines, what have you.

Bill is in a sad state of affairs, not my story to tell, and I would have been telling tales out of school, and that was me and him. Mike might come over, unsure of it but I’m handling it better this week than I did last week. Why do I find men and do-rags sexy?

So the salad was good, I got it from a place called Chopt, which is where dear Billie from DC trained a long, long time ago.18 years ago, perhaps? They mistreated Billy so much that I refused to eat for them ever again but here we are 18 years later. I’m sure Billy got over it, and I’m sure I will since I had a salad and it wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t the best. The salads at 11 Park Place for a lot better and cheaper, but what can you do?

I really think the guy who is on the sidewalk might be dead since he’s next to a construction site on the street with the jackhammer going off, and he is not moving one bit. This time next month, this area will be filled with the pride parade and onlookers, and Bill and I might join as we usually do, it’s hard to say though, since it’s so far in advance anything is possible.

There is a tentative plan for Mike to join us on a Sunday if he gets out of work around 4:00, at which point the parade might still be going. But that’s 30 days from now, and a whole lot could happen in 30 days.

Once again, I am dictating the words into the phone rather than typing, which is cheating, I suppose, but I type all day on a Mac and I go home and work on a PC and I find myself doing Mac things on the PC, which is unnerving to say the least.

I am happy to report the homeless guy that I gave a dollar to earlier has gotten up and moved, taking his cardboard and is crossing Fifth Avenue as I speak, wearing a Yankees jacket. I sit outside 106 5th Avenue smoking a Romeo and Julieta Reserva mini cigar which does the job that I need to do.

I should change last night’s photo on this here blog since I posted it when I was being a little jealous bitch last night.

I do have a history with this neighborhood…back in the day, my parents and my brother Brian and me, came to this neighborhood in the 1970s to get some furniture at an Ethan Allen showroom. My father always had some sort of deal with someone somewhere.

It certainly wasn’t the most exciting thing for me, though being in the city was exciting, but all I saw were my parents’ hands as they grabbed me tightly and talked about everything that they could about furniture, which did not interest me at all.

After we left the showroom, we were walking down 5th Avenue on that summer day, and the three of them, my parents and Brian crossed the street and I stayed on the corner talking to some person that was there. The three of them were a block away before they realized that I was no longer with them.

They were quite surprised and upset and probably angry that we had been separated but there I was happily talking to some stranger on the street. And that street could be the same street I am sitting on now.