The other side of the day

Tuesday afternoon, 1:51, October 4th…no November 4th election day. That’s what it was a year ago today Barry McGarry let me go.

It was a shock but then again it was not a shop I was on thin ice and working with babies not in a maternity ward but millennials and they were nightmarish I’m still working with millennials but they’re not as sensitive or as spoiled as they used to be at 11 Park Place.

It’s a beautiful autumn day which is sort of a misnomer for me but what can you do here we are it’s pleasant it’s not too cold it’s a beautiful blue sky.

I just exchanged pleasantries with a DJ from Hot 97 here in New York who was on X this morning it was very funny he asked a question of Andrew Cuomo in New York who Trump has claimed as his number one pick and this DJ brought it up again a few times and then Cuomo just hung up the phone cuz he knew he couldn’t win

Being in the tri-state area you get inundated with advertisements for all candidates in this area and we will be glad it is over tomorrow.

I sit and smoke a small cigar as I am known to do. I just had some halal food which wasn’t bad but it wasn’t necessarily feeling and I wasn’t hungry I only ate because it was time to eat which is something I have to work on.

I did the open enrollment for health insurance yesterday and instead of sweating the cost I remembered and told myself all for good in case I get sick etc etc

Yancy is expected in the office tomorrow morning with Lex Luthor so it’s all hands on deck and preparations for the visit go on this afternoon. It did not happen since Lex Luthor has been out all week.

I spoke to my sister-in-law last night please going through her things as everyone goes through their own thing she invited us to Thanksgiving dinner and I inquired about Mike and she said he could come.

So when I mentioned it to Bill a week or so ago he was dead set against it as was Jimmy Chile when I brought it up this morning. I have hope that things will turn out but anything is really possible and Mike does not know.

I am going to run it by Bill once again see if he’s changed his mind since they both enjoyed each other’s company over the weekend and if we lay down ground rules for Mike’s behavior and could work out for everyone. Or I could just be wildly off days that could be a complete disaster. That in and of itself could be a problem but only time will tell.

Mike has ordered a chair for me and my computer which is supposed to be tomorrow delivery. Bill will be home to accept it and hopefully put it together because I am hopelessly inept with that type of thing. This is Mike’s birthday present to me.

The chair was delivered last night. I carried it up the four flights of steps and left the box unopened in the kitchen. Things had gone sideways for me and Bill. He has the van from Pennsylvania bus company and parked it next to our neighbor’s driveway and they were okay with it though I was concerned with the angle that they’d have to go in and out of their driveway and discuss that with Bill over the phone and he lost his shit and went off on me.

That left me hesitant to go home last night but I went home anyway. He was most uncommunicative until I ate even though I wasn’t hungry and yet I was in a good mood it but did not go well. I did eat and after I ate he found the time to tell me all the things that I had done wrong and what a bad person I am.

I didn’t say much I just took it all and communicated with Mike via a text who is heartbroken about the uncomfortableness between me and Bill.
After an hour or so of silence they’ll ask if I was still angry with him. I replied that I was not angry with him I was never angry with him he was angry with me and I also expressed how afraid I was to come home last night.

Things are a bit cold between us right now no communication whatsoever neither one of us is following the other online which is okay I suppose.

He explained that he does a lot for me and I don’t do nearly enough which is a surprise to me but he’s about to find out how little I actually can do.

Now It’s Wednesday October 5th I am on lunch smoking the rest of my little cigar. I walked down to Housing Works and bought a vape device what’s at the moment seems to be quite satisfactory.

It is actually a very nice afternoon not too cold not too warm pleasant all around This is the autumn days that people sport wood for. I can understand it but they’re few and far between and you have to go through some rotten conditions to get to a day like this.

The young man at Housing Works name was Aiden and he was quite helpful.

Yesterday was election day. Bill and I voted on Sunday when things were better between us seems so long ago. My mayoral candidate in Hoboken did not win although she did get 2,000 plus votes. The governor I voted for did win.

Living in the tri-state area we were inundated with ads for the New York City mayoral candidacy and though we couldn’t vote we did have a favorite and he actually won. He’s a Muslim and they were trying to stoke that islamophobia because he’s also a democratic socialist. But he won by quite a large margin, Mamdani.

I’ve been thinking about getting a haircut but walking around the village at lunch time seeing so many other haircuts I decided to let my hair grow cuz everyone else is getting shorter cuts

I’ve been lax in posting only because I’ve been distracted. Head butting with Bill and generally not head butting with Bill in that order.

Bill asked me on Tuesday after unloading on me if I was still angry with him. The thing is, I was not angry. I was in a good mood and stepped aside so he could say what he needed to say. And after saying that and me not saying anything he seems to have realized that he was a bit on the wrong side.

Things improved. Whereas the night before it was a kiss good night, the night after we fell back into our good night routine, loving silliness. We’re better together than at loggerheads.

So my job at least part of it is dealing with the artists and their people and making sure they’re comfortable and set up with whatever they need generally the people have been nice Young Jeezy Ghostface Killa etc.

Today’s so-called artist last hit the charts 13 years ago. Today he walks in I say hello and he gives me the finger.
Daniel Sewell or as he was known 13 years ago, Danny Brown.

The only thing his gesture meant to me was how little I would do for him. Not that I do anything extraordinary, just pleasantries, a fist bump and showing where the green room is. This green haired punk ass got nothing.

Bill is on the road, won’t be back till Sunday. Mike was planning on coming over tonight but we moved that to tomorrow. All is well.

The weekend was pleasant. Mike was on his best behavior, and Bill and I are used to him staring at his phone rather than interacting. Bill and I discussed that last night, and I mentioned that Bill and I are the ones who are out of step with everyone else since we’re not always staring at our phones ( though Bill does play games on his phone or iPad quite a bit )

It would be fair to mention that I am on my computer a lot, which Mike had called me out on weeks ago. My hypocrisy exposed. So there were parts of the weekend when I was paranoid about the repercussions from my joke last Thursday morning. I’m still not beyond it, but I’m not as paranoid as I was.

The man who was hired after me is taking yet another sick day, and how that goes over, I couldn’t say, but I do come in every day, generally early.

They are updating the time clock online for a Seattle-based organization. Whereas I used to fill out a timesheet on Thursdays, now I have to clock in and out every time morning, at lunch, returning from lunch, and at the end of the day. There goes the shaving of a few minutes to leave early, so it’s not the end of the world, it’s not even a setback.

It’s like that Seattle organization and the fruit stand are competing with who can be more of a nuisance to their employers or contractors. Today, the Seattle organization has the lead.

Bill was up and out crazy early this morning, and also phoned me around 3:30 accidentally, and of course, it will be up, and I tried calling him back five times, each time getting his voicemail. My uninterrupted sleep was interrupted.

I watched a documentary on Motown one and a half times. The first time, I got halfway into it and then decided to start at the beginning. It was okay, nothing too nitty-gritty since it was featuring Berry Gordy and Smokey Robinson, so it’s mainly all feel good.

So the fruit stand will be closed the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday before Thanksgiving, but since I work at the fruit stand and not for the food stand, I will have to come in. Yancy has just informed me that I will more than likely have to do one of those days at the Midtown location, so I’d better get some calamine lotion as soon as possible.

I am now at my desk, listening to Nina Simone, watching the time pass so slowly.
Both Bill and Mike mentioned that what I put out there is what I get back, and I’ve heard that numerous times throughout my life and decided to apply it.

So this morning I was playing the first Sounds of Blackness album, specifically the song Optimistic, and Marcus walked by when I was playing it, and probably left him scratching his head, wondering what the hell is going on with me? I followed that with Pastor T.L.Barrett and his Like a Ship LP. I first heard that amazing song watching The Man Who Fell to Earth on Showtime, the series, not the Bowie movie. I believe I have a few copies of the Bowie movie, but I bought the whole series so I can enjoy it once more. And I might do just that tonight.

It is lunch time, Small cigar time.

There is a presence in the air that seems like it’s about to rain, a certain humidity, I suppose.
I just called Bill. I just called Mike, and both of them gave me the brush off. Mike was lying down Bill was eating lunch.

Bill has remarked that I am a night person, whereas he is a daytime person. I believe it to be true. I do generally feel better when it’s nighttime time even though I’d like to be a daytime person. There is a conflict daytime person who works better at night. I suppose I could be me.
Jimmy Chile and I discussed my situation regarding my paranoia.

The joke was best forgotten, and yet I carried the weight of it throughout the weekend; not steadily but occasionally it would pop up, usually when I was alone. He has convinced me that things are okay, I have nothing to worry about, and I’d love to believe him, and so I shall.
But basically, whatever happens happens.

Essentials: fear of God. Vogue: fear of God.
Seems to be a clothing line called Fear of God, which sounds like an awful God to worship. You’re worshiping out of fear doesn’t seem like a good God. Wouldn’t you rather have a God to worship that you’re comfortable with and not afraid of?

I just bought a flat cap for Mike from a hat seller on 5th avenue named Raheem