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from about 1978 to 1984

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So, from about 1978 to let’s say 1984, for people that I knew and for me, it was a good time for music. It seemed that each week, there was a new single, EP, or album was being released, which was mind-blowing and groundbreaking

Just a phenomenal time before I started heading into the city, I would give Laszlo Papp $5 to pick up a single for me. I suppose there were times when he was embarrassed to buy the Flying Lizards cover version of Money but he did it anyway.

Eventually, he started asking me if I wanted to go with him, and I would only spend afternoons on St Mark’s Place buying clothes, record,s and comic books. We’d sit on the stairs next to Trash & Vaudeville, and next to the St Mark’s Baths

I was oblivious to what was going on behind the doors of that bathhouse. I was also in the closet, so if I had known, I wasn’t going to let on that I knew what was going on

Life was cheaper then, I was living with my folks, buying presents for my brother Frank was an exciting time since I was getting him imports that he did not have any clue. Basically, I was giving him material for his radio show, and he said no one else had a radio show like his. Frank benefited the most out of all of that.

Bill is on the road already, not coming back until Monday, and Mike has offered to have me over while he and his beloved boyfriend do whatever it is they want to do. But I begged off, and Mike sort of knew that I was going to do that. I don’t want to be the third wheel, and plus, I still get a bit flustered or upset with Mike and his beloved boyfriend; it’s best to watch from a distance.

Mike insists that if his boyfriend weren’t going to be around, he’d be spending time and helping me, but the way the universe works, it turns out that Bill will be away and Mike will be entertaining his boyfriend at the same time. So it’s up to me to get over my separation anxiety and do whatever it is that I have to do

Right now, I feel like I will be fine and looking forward to this time alone. When that time comes, who knows how I will feel, but I think right now I have the correct attitude for whatever it is.

Lots of things to stream and watch, and have been recorded or are scheduled to happen. But mainly I’m looking forward to sleeping in. I am wearing my Skechers boots that I’ve had for a number of years and they look like it but they’re comfortable and they keep my feet dry I don’t look as nice or as new as the shoes or footwear and other people wear and perhaps I’m being judged because one of the ways the judge people is to look at their choice of footwear I am wearing the role of Mr Scuffed

Now I am in the time of day, I don’t know whether or not do something about lunch, or something is going to happen that I freeload off of, I just don’t know. It is 11:53 on Thursday, February 5th 2026

One of the things I like to do when I am bored is not leave work and read something, but if I don’t have anything to read and generally start to write something impossible. In this day and age, writing is archaic, so what I am doing is dictating words into my phone and watching Google mangle whatever it is sometimes to say I am trying to say just like that phrase.

Bloom in 10

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34° on A Monday night in Hoboken. It’s been quite an out of the ordinary couple of days. It’s March 3. Friday night had Bill, Mike, and myself watching Ted Lasso. Mike seems enamored of the show as Bill and I had been in the past.

Bill did his last minute packing thing, running around the apartment before he went to sleep for an early departure Saturday morning. Mike soon fell asleep on the couch, I turned everything on low on my computer before turning in.

Bill gave me a goodbye kiss and I went back to sleep. I regret not walking to the door to see him off. I was up an hour after that, Mike was up already. Mike had expressed a desire to shoot some photos in Jersey City and I was game.

The day before we discussed it and he had packed a bag with his wardrobe and accoutrements so I wasn’t taken by surprise. And Saturday was a nice day, the temperatures reaching 60°. We took a Lyft to Jersey City since the baggage was too unwieldy to walk over, though we agreed we would walk back.

Between Mike and myself I have a better cameraphone and I wound up taking shots of Mike in different shirts, sneakers, and even a leather harness. He has his admirers online and I provided artistic direction while I took the photos.

It was fun working underneath an overpass that had some wonderful graffiti that Mike ably posed in front of, smoking a cigar that we shared. I wound up taking a couple of hundred photos, with maybe a dozen of myself smoking the shared cigar. It was a good time.

We walked home as it had started getting chilly and windy. The walk was enjoyable. Mike just takes it all in, the view and whatever it is that I was saying, my personal history of Hoboken. He never says anything.

It was like that in December when Bill, Mike, and I went to see the Rockefeller Xmas tree. Bill giving his spiel about midtown Manhattan, me interjecting and Mike just listening to our history lesson.

So it was more of the same on Saturday with just me spilling my guts about Hoboken, how it was, and how it is now. I made pasta for the both of us and we finished watching Ted Lasso. Mike works on Sundays so he was off to bed and I too was off to sleep soon after.

Bill wasn’t around so I had Mike sleep in the bed instead of the couch. Mike was up early and off to work. On Sundays, I just stay in bed until it’s time to watch Jane Pauley and Sunday Morning on TV. It was a lonely day and I am just no good on my own.

Bill was on the road and mostly unavailable, Mike was at work and sort of unavailable. I wandered off to the supermarket to get various items. Mike was coming over again, the plan was to have him sleep over so I wouldn’t be alone. Bill agrees that this is a good idea.

We watched the Oscars on TV and texted with Bill back and forth. It was enjoyable, Mike was disappointed that Wicked didn’t win much. I was disappointed that A Complete Unknown, the Bob Dylan movie got nothing. Bill has a copy of the evening’s winner, Anora which we will watch on his return.

Today was not such a good day. Bill was fine being where he was, Mike was at work, and I was home climbing the walls. There was a drastic mistake of chatting with Mike online before I had enough coffee and it went south soon after. Nothing bad was said but nothing bad was said with me being argumentative and Mike being somewhat accusatory.

Then it turned into Mike saying he was just going to go home, the hanging out here in Hoboken had run its course. I was a bit hurt by that and told him his bags were packed and he could call a Lyft home. The phone call ended badly obviously.

I talked to Bill about it and he suggested seeing Mike and talking about it face-to-face. Mike brought it up earlier and I said no, but after Bill’s idea, I changed my mind and met Mike after work.

We met and it was good. He had a bona fide problem with his work situation so we discussed that. It went well and seemed like a remedy to our conversing on the phone earlier. We came back home and ate some Mexican food, and just talked.

I did my best with advice, knowing that I couldn’t really say much but be supportive. He needs a new job so I will help him with that as I myself look for work. I’ve set him up in the bed again, we cuddled, which he desperately needed. He soon drifted off to sleep as the Brian Eno Bloom 10 app played its notes. I am two rooms away writing on the computer as he sleeps.