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Myself Clothing

For another post: I am currently music biz adjacent to the Grammys, 1977 to 1984 New Wave punk rock

It is Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026, nothing too spectacular. I slept very well last night and wanted to continue doing so, but alas, I had to come to work they sort of expect that sort of thing.

Last night watched Jeopardy and then Sherlock with Bill. He went to be,d and I soon followed.

ICE has been spotted in Hoboken and reportedly taken five or six workers and to unmarked vans, perhaps never to be seen again.I expected it to be just a matter of time before the immigration control and enforcement team came in and started doing their dastardly deeds. And now they’re here in Hoboken and Jersey City.

I saw things online about it and made the mistake of reading comments and was distressed to find people actively and outwardly supporting ICE, claiming that they would support law enforcement, and I remarked that they were likely the type of people that would inform the authorities as to where Anne Frank was hiding.

Yeah, shit like that usually gets me fired or banned from social media, so I suppose that’s coming on down the line at some point.

The day often takes a downward turn, but today it started that way, and it’s maintaining a steady descent.

Two interactions with different men as I was going to get my Halal food when I was outside the Blue’s Clues store, or he decided to talk to me about almost being hit by bird shit, and how good luck it is and if I wanted to buy tickets?
The next guy was on 18th Street. I was walking to the halal food who suddenly stopped in front of me and apologized two or three times, saying how sorry he was for stopping. The thing that stands out to me is that I did not say anything to either one, I just gave him the dead-eyed stare

In the office, Marcus is remarkably distant as usual, so it’s not some remarkable after all, it’s very slow, and I’m going to be at the main fruit stand tomorrow. Despite how busy it will be at my fruit stand, it doesn’t really matter since Yancy has his mind made up

While at the really big supermarket in Town with Bill the other day, I bought a pair of gloves. I was seduced by the fact that they can be used when using a smartphone; they had those tips. And yesterday, before leaving the apartment to get away, I had two pairs of gloves in my coat as well as the new pair.

So I grabbed the gloves out of my pocket and left them on the kitchen table when I came home that night. I found three gloves, not four and it was distressing in my mind because I’m an idiot. I don’t think I did accuse bill but I think Bill might have felt it as being accused. It was not my finest hour. And Bill, to his credit, did what he could to help me find a glove. And in the interim, I went online and ordered a new pair of gloves it should be delivered on Friday. The transaction was cancelled due to the fact that my credit card was declined.

For lunch today, I went to the halal cart, and the food was actually very good. When I was walking back to the office with my bag of halal food, I reached into my pocket and felt three gloves, one of them being the glove that I thought I placed on the kitchen table. My belief in my idiocy was reinforced.

I immediately texted Bill and thanked him for giving me so much. His love for me overwhelms my self-loathing. It’s true, and I was reminded of it just an hour ago.

I just got off the phone with Mike and had to explain to him Bill puts up with a lot of my shit, shit that Mike has difficulty dealing with but Bill can deal with it and if you can find somebody that’s willing to put up with your shit in this planet you should hang on to them as long as you can and respect them and support them as they respect and support you.

Mike has placed too much emphasis on the sexual aspects of the relationship, and then there are the things that Bill has just done that make me realize no one else on this planet puts up with my shit. I put up with his shit; he puts up with my shit. It is a well-maintained balance of shit

I thought I was doing well without watching clips of people behaving awfully, and then I find myself watching one that is just not good for me.

And the balance of the universe is maintained. My near lacrimose behavior last night led me to order a new pair of gloves online. They were supposed to be delivered on Friday. Well, as luck would have it, and not have enough money to pay for those gloves which are not needed it since I have found the gloves that I actually do need, and I will keep on me when possible. Although right now I gave those gloves that it was on Saturday to the housekeeper here at the smaller fruit stands, and I have one left glove in my pocket and the other right-handed glove in a bag in the closet in the apartment.

Balance is maintained, and despite what Jimmy Chile, Mike, and Bill might say, I feel like I’m an idiot, perhaps proving my father right about some things, but having said that, I have to ask myself “What did he know?”1

​​Kenny Rivera
Ice ice baby!!!
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Albert Ross
Careful Kenny
Many Riveras to cross off the list once they’re thrown in the back of an unmarked van…
LOL

Are they Legal “Residents?”

Albert Ross
Are they going through the process for citizenship, Charles?
Some have been doing just that, but wind up getting arrested while they follow the rules.
Would you have informed the authorities as to where Anne Frank was hiding?
No need to answer, we know your type.

Irish Exit

December 11th, 2025, a Thursday. So I am committed to going to this party and have to figure out how to fill two hours between me leaving the office and the start of the party.

That’s my biggest dilemma; other than that, everything seems to be okay. Mike asked me to call him last night before I went to bed, and so I did, and of course, I got his voicemail because he never answers his phone if he’s shooting videos or photographs

I’m in no rush to call him, and I have not, in fact, I have my phone on do not disturb, so even if he calls me, he cannot get through. It’s just been a slow, cold day, and time is moving quietly.

I did send a text about an hour ago to Mike, to which he has not responded, which is fine with me I do not know if he is coming over tonight.

There is a plan to get halal food for lunch, so I will probably do that after I visit the local cigar shop to buy a cigar to smoke on my way to the party. My plan is to finish work at 5:00, fart around here until 6:00 p.m., and then walk up to 53rd Street, which is basically about 40 blocks.

It was a plan for Mike to come over tonight, but I have no idea where that plan stands. He’s not communicating with me, and I communicated at 10:45 last night.

Are these little games that we’re playing? Am I being petty? I do know I’m very much depressed. And don’t know how to get out of it. I slept very well last night, went to bed around 10:45, and woke up before the alarm clock.

So the fruit stand holiday event is where I expected it to be, where the new music seminar was held in the 90s, where I had a Meetup with a suit and cigar guy in the early 2000s at 53rd Street and 7th Avenue

My current plan is to walk up, taking my time, up Fifth Avenue, enjoying us ago and perhaps a free world that I got for free from the local dispensary in Hoboken.

There is quite a malaise in my head just now, thinking of how I used to walk up from Farfetched on Fourth Avenue up to the Port Authority bus terminal, where I would enjoy a cigar and a smoke.

It was usually on a Saturday or Sunday night, and I’d walk up through Madison Square Park area, and the place would be deserted, and I very much enjoyed it nowadays, it’s crowded with young somethings doing whatever it is they do.

But that was then, this is now, and if Lois and Susan can get over what happened to Farfetched and I certainly can as well. I just don’t know what it is, some sadness, some depression, some confusion, some dread (existential).

I’m sure a lot of it has to do with Bill not being around, and the latest development is my lack of interest in anyone else sexually, including Shorty. Shorty doesn’t know that yet. He has not reached out to their phone, just texted me a picture of himself, so I’ll be a cigar in a blue robe and a dirty jock, which turns on a lot of guys but not me.

If he comes over tonight, that would be fine, although I doubt I will be awake for much of it. Without communication, nothing is planned, and if nothing is planned, nothing could get done. He claims he’s looking forward to coming over, it’s just a claim, and it was in a text, so who knows?

Anise, Marcus, and a few coworkers are meeting at a bar for drinks before the event, and I’m not much of a drinker, so I’m going to pass and focus on my Irish exit.

I went to the fruit stand party, and it was nice. The Irish exit worked. Home before 9 PM. WTF?