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About johnozed

I'm 50+ years old, 210-ish#, 6'2", reddish blonde, blue eyes with glasses (and without) masculine, funny, relatively intelligent, enjoy the company of assorted friends and family especially sordid friends and family. I love music, reading, writing, conversing, laughing, going to films, shows, concerts and smoking cigars. And I also enjoy looking nice in a suit and tie. Looking more like Lewis Lapham than Tom Wolfe. I'm sure there is more, but we'll just have to find out when I write about it. In a lifetime relationship with partner Bill Vila.

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Monday for me, Monday for you. It could be worse but I don’t see how. The mantra pops up once again, ‘at least you have a job’. Xanax helps with that. I was feeling a bit anxious last night so I had half a tablet and this morning I had the other half before I went in. It certainly helped last night.

I watched Toy Story 3 yesterday, and like a lot of people I got chocked up at the end. It was a sweet movie, I guess it doesn’t matter that I never saw the first two parts.

After that some dinner, a light supper and then the finale of Big Love. I had caught up on all the episodes and still I was greatly surprised by who it ended. Did not see that one coming at all. After that shocker came Shameless which I really enjoy even though a few people I’ve met said that the UK version of Shameless makes the US version look like it was on the Disney channel, but that’s fine with me.

Bill had come home in a good mood and we had a few good laughs. He was soon off to bed and I stayed up watching whatever it is that I can’t remember right now. It wasn’t Kill Bill Vol. 1 since I watched that the night before on cable, with commercials and toned down violence and no swearing.

In any event I was up at 8:00 this morning wondering why Bill was still in bed. Well apparently he messed up his back and really couldn’t get out of bed. That threw me off my game for a bit this morning but still I got it together. And I must say I looked good. Nice navy pinstripe, 2 button, a pink shirt with a white collar and French cuffs, and a pink striped tie.

When I kissed Bill goodbye he remarked how good I looked so I left the apartment floating on that compliment as well as half a Xanax. The walk to the bus stop was drizzly but I refrained from using the umbrella.

Since the weather was a bit wet I opted for the subway once I got into the bus terminal. I still had time to kill so I just wandered around in the drizzle before I headed into work. It was the Bradley and Marcus in the cigar shack when I arrived.

Calvin was late, apparently he was ill. Still he managed to get it together somewhat and came in about 45 minutes later. It wasn’t such a bad day after all. Calvin was not really around, Marcus left the shop and the Bradley was somewhat agreeable to work with.

Calvin seemed to take my suggestion to heart and laid low, out of sight. He even left early once I convinced him that it would be best, since he has a major event going on Wednesday night. Maybe he will stay home and conserve his energy.

Other than that there was nothing much else to write about. Jimmy Seltzer came by and hung out for a while, smoking cigars in the man cave. I sat with him for a little while, puffing on a cigar and then running off to help the rare customer that comes in after 7:00PM.

We were having a good chat when I realized that it was after 9:00 and I had to close up. Jimmy Seltzer hit the road and I did the usual thing of closing the store at an extra slow momentum.

Still after that I made it to the bus terminal in good time, thanks to James Brown, Sly & the Family Stone, Aretha Franklin and Marvin Gaye.




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And now I find myself at home on a Saturday night. I’m a bit hungry, haven’t eaten since 3:30 this afternoon and now it is 10:35. It has been a long day. Last night I stayed up until 1:00 watching a repeat of Letterman, and then finally going to bed.

It was still warm out so the window was open allowing me to hear the garbage trucks doing their thing as well as some drunken young adults yelling to each other up and down the street. Despite that I was able to fall asleep and sleep soundly.

I woke up around 8:30 this morning. Bill was coming back from the bus depot after driving to and from Atlantic City. He did have an incident on the bus, a young hoodlum smoked a cigarette on the bus which is a definite no no. Bill was livid when he called me last night.

He had the police involved with the young smoking hoodlum and the police did nothing which pissed Bill off even more. There was nothing that I could say or do to calm him down as he was in the Atlantic City bus depot and you know I did try to make the situation a little bit better.

I did see Bill for a few minutes this morning and he gave me a chocolate donut. We chatted as I was about to head out the door. Since he was outside already I asked him if it was warm enough to wear just a suit jacket and he said it was.

I headed out and by the time I got to Bloomfield Street I realized that I wouldn’t be warm enough, especially after the sun went down. I turned around and headed home. I tried calling Bill and got his voice mail. I got back to my building and hit the buzzer and then just headed up the stairs.

When I got to the 5th floor, the door opened and there was Bill. ‘Oh there you are…’ I said to which Bill replied quite angrily that he was in the bathroom. I had to mention that I was joking when I said ‘Oh there you are..’ and I was.

I merely said it the way I would have said it to Alexander, playing a game of peek a boo. I grabbed a coat and headed back down the stairs again, texting Bill a message of reassurance that I was only joking. No response. That was fine by me.

I made it to the bus terminal and walked up the avenue to the cigar shack. Lots of gay men in Hell’s Kitchen, more than usual which made me think they were in town for the bacchanal, the Black Party. Never much interested in that myself, no leather queen me.

The cigar shack was manned by the Bradley and Thomas. And it was a long slow day. I did run into a PBS host who graciously gave me a nice cigar from Havana which I will enjoy in just a few minutes.

Not much else to report. Tonight was the super full moon which left me somewhat whelmed. It just wasn’t as big as I had hoped.

That’s what she said.





Day off tomorrow. No work, no writing.