Back at work on a cloudy Monday morning, the 13th day of April. Slept OK last night, one or two interruptions. I intend to do better this evening. AT my little old fruit stand today and tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday. Sitting at my desk, listening to the B-52s playlist I made a few years ago.

I remember back in the day, 1979, I think, I was doing my record buying, walking up Rochelle Avenue from Lodi to Paramus. I bought their first album, with the yellow cover, and was in the underground concourse, sitting on the floor and going over my purchases.

A guy, perhaps a few years older than me, commented on the B-52’s, and I showed the LP I had just purchased and made an encouraging remark, which I cannot remember 47 years later. Their first album came out in July 1979, and it must have been August of that year when I bought the album.
I was 16 and working, which is how I had the cash. Not driving though.

Hard to see nowadays how the B-52’s were considered a punk threat. The only place where they were getting airplay was WPIX FM in the NYC area. And I have to admit I was not too crazy about Rock Lobster initially. I think the encouragement from the young guy in the Garden State Plaza concourse sealed the deal. I was cool by association.

I saw the B52s in 1980 with my brother Frank, they were touring behind the not yet released Wild Planet album. Pylon opened up for the B-52’s and sadly I was just not into Pylon at that time. I was there to see the B-52’s and though a year or two later I finally connected with Pylon, August 25, 1980 was not the night. Their sound was swallowed up in the humid summer night.

It was a year or two later when I bought Chomp! By Pylon at Free Being on Second Avenue in the East Village off St. Mark’s Place.

Now I am playing Donna Summer, Bad Girls & Hot Stuff. If I recall correctly, the first time I heard these songs was with Henry Venegas and his girlfriend Lisa, and we were going to see the Cosmos soccer team at Giants Stadium. Donna Summer was a big deal back then and I was starting to have a crush on Henry. Henry was always grabbing his dick through his pants, and that always got my attention. We would hang out and smoke cigarettes at his father’s Texaco gas station at the corner of Riverview Ave and Essex Street.

I acted on my crush for Henry and told him I wanted to blow him. He was horrified by my suggestion and effectively ended our friendship. Not like today’s kids, where one boy might offer oral sex to another boy, who was not into it but thanked him nonetheless and was flattered by the offer. No, back in the 1970s it killed friendships.

Both the B-52’s and Donna Summer releases were from 1979, an innocent year edging into sexual pandemonium. I was in my beginning stages of participating in the sexual revolution that I had heard so much about.
Reckless, dangerous, young, dumb and full of cum.

I am participating in an LGBT panel discussion online regarding the 1993 March on Washington. I

Mac vs PC. I am on a Mac about 8 hours a day, then when I go home, I try to do Mac things on my PC. It’s frustrating, but not the end of the world. It’s been a very quiet Friday at the Manhattan Fruit Stand.

Listening to the Cocteau Twins on the Mac. Memories of other people, sometimes other people’s memories. Stan Bogdansky, Jet Watley mainly. Been over a decade since I last saw Stan and Jet’s been gone for almost 40 years. Away longer that he was alive.

I have a Zoom call at 1:30 PM so I have eaten my lunch much earlier than usual. There are a few flirty guys here and then there is Marcus who is more flinty than flirty. He warms up later in the day when I see him for less than five minutes, and he heads back to his desk in the bowels of the fuit stand.

I just came across the proposal from January 2025 regarding the podcast video show that I was planning. Sort of like Spalding Gray or at least inspired by him. Bill and Mike were going to be involved; Jim Mastro was going to charge me $50 for use of the 503 Social Club space.

Then I had gotten a job and that has fallen by the wayside, though it does float to the surface every now & then. I suppose it can happen again, just need the proper timing and planning. Mike’s not working but that does not mean he would be available.

And Bill’s schedule is literally and figuratively all over the place. I don’t know what his schedule is this weekend and I am not sure if Bill knows either.

It is certainly a slow Friday, but then again, they are almost always slow, work days that is. I’ve been going to bed at a decent hour and walking up before the alarm clocks and winding up at the fruit stand about a half hour than I need to be.

It goes unnoticed and that is fine with me since I do not do anything until 8:00 AM since I don’t start getting paid until 8:00 AM.

I mentioned that I followed Marcus’ advice the other day and sent an email to my counselor regarding the gaffe I made the other day. It was mainly to cover my ass since Marcus felt Yancy was going to email the counselor himself.

Whether or not he did is unknown to me and I should not have been surprised by the fact that my counselor was in the corner of Yancy and suggested I do what Yancy had suggested. I guess my email was just to get my side of the story out there before Yancy and now we see how that went. Awkward.

And in 21 minutes, the Zoom call with representatives of the company that placed me at the fruit stand. All about my goals and how to achieve them. And you know, I am all about achieving goals.

I showed up on time for the Zoom call. No one else did. It seems the host when moving the date from Good Friday to today did not notice (ahem) that the time had changed from 1:30 to 1:00 PM.

They rescheduled for next Friday. We shall see about that.