Brenda Renetti

I admit I am bewitched by Billy Joel’s Scenes from an Italian Restaurant, Bewitched, since the 1970s.

So much so, I just played it at my desk once and a half times, the halftime is I went back to the beginning cuz I wasn’t paying much attention. And I actually thought for a spell that it was about a woman named Brenda Renetti instead of Brenda and Eddie.

So it’s a Friday, it is August 22nd, it is my sister’s 71st birthday, and she and her husband are going to Europe next week for a month, how nice. I would like to do the same with Bill someday, but it’s not happening any time soon since our schedules are so varied and I don’t have a passport anymore.

I sit in the shade next to 104 5th avenue, having a cigar, not a mini cigar but an actual cigar, a 52 gauge, I believe. And I have been a gavon today. I ate a lot this morning, and it wasn’t necessarily good stuff, but it was sweet stuff: donuts, bacon, and eggs sandwich, croissant cookie, and to make things better, I had a salad for lunch which was a chore to get through because there was so much salad and so little room in my stomach.

I had to go to the old location for the fruit tree for a meeting, it should have lasted an hour, but lasted about 2. I sat next to Lex Luthor, who got up and vomited twice, which was disconcerting to say the least. Is he bulimic? Is he doing drugs? Is it any of my business? Perhaps if he’s contagious, I’m thinking Captain Trips.

It was stated that there is a plan for Lex Luthor and me to exchange spots once or twice a month. I would prefer once a month, but I don’t think I have any say in the matter. Perhaps if Marcus and Jimmy Chile make him uncomfortable, it might work out for my benefit. Only time will tell I reckon.

I got to the office earlier, I was able to eat my bacon and egg sandwich, and then what’s up 25 blocks to the office meeting. And I lackadaisically had an enjoyable walk back to the office, where I am working underneath the fruit tree.

Mike is supposed to come over tonight, and tomorrow we are going to see a preview of the play Bill is in. That should be exciting. Mike actually knows more about it than I do.
It’s funny in June, I was still commenting on how Mike doesn’t talk that much, and he responded that I should talk to his old friends who would tell him they could never get him to shut up.

Well, last night was one of those nights where I could never get him to shut up. He had a lot to say it was all worthwhile, but I was getting tired and I had to go to bed. I do enjoy our talks and talk about serious issues, things that are on his mind, theology, etc. I don’t think anybody else in his life would be able to have a conversation with him like that. He unfriended someone who was Maga. An old hookup that he reconnected with on the phone, and as they spoke, this person explained how much he supports L’Orange Merde, much to Mike’s dismay.

Without being presumptuous, I think his views on philosophy and politics might have been somewhat influenced by me and Bill. And that’s not such a bad thing after all.