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Two things I remember working for hbj and driving from Saddle Brook to Manhattan which twice a day and it was fun initially I was driving to 47th and 3rd eventually I had to drive to 111 5th avenue.

Both spots were connected in my mind to Andy Warhol. 47th Street was the site of the original factory so by the time I came around it had been torn down and replaced by a parking garage 111 5th avenue was right around the corner from the latest studio or factory on the edge of Union Square and 17th Street.

I recall the thrill I got when looking by the entrance to the building index and seeing Andy Warhol on the building listing.
I was much too scared to ring the bell.

Also hbj published Andy Warhol books so that was fun. My mom met him or at least saw him when he came to Saddle Brook to sign books to ship out. I am fairly certain my mom figured out Andy was a homosexual. She probably mentioned he was a fag.

That was her vernacular at the time though she did go to her grave thinking that I was going through a phase despite my sister telling her that it was no phase.

I met Andy twice and it was at book signing so is fleeting the first time was with the sainted Martha Keavney at B. Dalton books at 8th Street and 6th avenue. I bought the book other people bought the book as well as soup cans and photographs and what have you.

The second time was that Rizzoli books on West Broadway and this time I brought soup cans and postcards and photographs and what have you. I’ve walked up to the area where Andy was and he receded at a card table with a hood on. There was no one there and apparently they had run out of books.

Before we had got there Martha and I someone snatched the wig off Andy’s head and threw it to a willing accomplice waiting downstairs. And he was hurt and upset but he still sat there and signed everything that I asked him to sign. I had no idea what that just happened but I was grateful.

The company that place me at the fruit stand is putting pressure on me to define four goals for 2026 I am uneasy about this as I have gotten through life without any goals really just to wind up at the end of the day alive and well? But that will not suffice for them so I have to find something that will make them happy.

I just can’t win that mega millions soon enough though. That would solve a lot of problems and perhaps create new ones but I would like to find out for myself if that would be possible I would be grateful but Joe no say

I am attempting to take things seriously and not yet let things lied by slide by. And this is an opportunity to do just that. Google dictate really sucks.

I have just received a message from Mike that his boyfriend has booked the cruise for May 15th a 3-day Cruise in the Bahamas I guess is good the 15th to the 18th the Friday to Monday.

Mike asked me to buy him cigars the other day and I begged off claiming I did not have enough in my finances to do such a thing and that he should ask his boyfriend to do it. And then I found out that I can do it and I was going to let him know that I can do it but saying these Cruise itineraries let the boyfriend do it.

And I think everything will go well with Mike and his boyfriend provided Mike does not get employment before May 18th. So it will work out for him provided things do not work out for him.

I am getting my cigars tomorrow.
I’ve got a good job I’ve got a good man I’m in a dysfunctional relationship but it works and it’s constant update makes it worthwhile I shouldn’t be so petty

it’s cold I didn’t wear a hat so I wanted to see how cold it was and it was cold

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Last June Mike and I had a big fight, and one of the subjects that was brought up was the fact that he wasn’t talking that much, terribly quiet. That seemed so long ago because now he never shuts up, which is what he said last year, that his cellmates were complaining about how much he talks.

Last night he told me that he was talking to his boyfriend on his phone, the next thing you know, he heard this sawing wood sound… he apparently put his boyfriend to sleep.
I can relate. He does run his mouth.

On workday mornings, I go to a donut shop on 14th Street in Manhattan. There is almost always someone at the front door who will open it and hope for change. I usually give a dollar. All they have to do is open the door. They are generally grateful.

This morning, the gent at the front door was inside the donut shop. He complimented me on my overcoat I said thank you. I asked him if he wanted something to eat, and he proceeded to get something up he’s $5 menu. He wanted this, he wanted that, he got it, it was about $5. I was happy to let him have some breakfast.

I did not see a co-worker behind me, who later told me that when I left, the guy looked at the bag of food that he got and said it was not what he ordered and wound up throwing it away. That was disheartening, and I have to make it a point not to go to that store for the rest of the week, then go to the other one, which is even worse but won’t have the same situation that I found myself in this morning. It turned out the guy was crazy and threw away the food I ordered, so no more for him.

Right now it’s lunch time, and I find myself thinking about eating because it’s time to be, but not because I’m hungry, because I’m not hungry. I also find my stomach expanding somewhat due to the fact that I have not been exercising or as mobile as I would like to be. Just sitting around and snacking can be a problem.

And I tell you this Google dictation is awful. Earlier, when I said I gave him a dollar, it was interpreted as I gave him a daughter. Can you imagine?

On the other side of the client, I said fine I said coin has Google heard clients and then they heard fine, and I heard bullshit.

So, on the other side of the coin, I have decided not to talk to Bill or Mike with regard to what may be going through my mind at any given time, especially since my mind changes frequently, and it would not be very smart to hang on to something that is subject to change. I’d best keep it to myself.

So how do you like them apples?