42° Wednesday evening. Not much has happened with me today. No word from the job interviewer. I’d be surprised actually. I wasn’t the only one being interviewed and I’m certain other people were more deferential than I.

Bill had a rough time today after a night of not sleeping well. It involved Bill going to the Journal Square area. He returned in a much better mood than he had when he left. The rest of the day was lazy. I did gather my steps though not hitting my daily goal.

That’s about it. Right now, Scott Pilgrim vs The World is on and it’s always a laugh. I don’t watch it enough. It’s directed by Edgar Wright and as far as I know, always makes an entertaining flick. And the music aspect of the movie is so much fun, at least to a geezer like myself.

Bill is doing a Zoom rehearsal right now. It’s for the reading at the 503 Social Club on March 24. I haven’t heard it but it does sound like it gets heated. Not a feel-good play from what I’ve overheard through 2 rooms.

It’s a Wednesday like I wrote earlier. A hump day and I ain’t gettin’ humped.

I’ve been smoking pot since March 1, 1981. I had previously sworn to my Mother that I would never do such a thing but I was hanging around with Perry Dedovitch who my mother liked and we both worked with.

Perry and I were both very much into the Beatles and so we went to the Beatlefest on February 29 and March 1, 1981. I thought Perry was the coolest and I had a crush on him. He was handsome but I never thought of him sexually, since he was definitely not my type.

But he was cool enough for me to want to hang out with. Looking back on all the cool guys I hung out with and I’m guessing that they were all straight as six o’clock. Except for one of them, I was never interested in them sexually.

And that one was because he did tease me with pictures of his cock as well as his post-workout shots. And he knew what he was doing and I knew I would never have an opportunity.

Perry had weed. So after the last night of Beatlefest 1981, Perry produced a joint that he lit up. He passed it to me, and the joint went back and forth until finished and I felt nothing. It wasn’t until a few more attempts over the course of a few weeks did I finally achieved enlightenment and a ravenous appetite.

Later in September 1981 Perry and I set out for California with a dream of starting over out there. It took about a month to realize it was a mistake. However I didn’t think that that was what a lot of people did, move to Los Angeles and start anew when it was.

We stayed with Perry’s relatives in Canoga Park for about a month. It seems so much longer over 40 years ago but was a mere couple of weeks. We even went to Las Vegas which was a big mistake and not in our plans but Perry’s relatives weren’t about to let us stay in their house without them being there which made sense.

I lost all my money in Vegas. Back in Canoga Park Perry took me aside and told him I did not have to impress his relatives. I asked him what did that mean, and he said the way I talk, all high falutin’ and intelligent like I was putting on airs.

34° on a Tuesday evening in Hoboken. It’s been a day. Nothing bad but not much not bad either. Bill is on the road and the weather is making decisions on whether or not he will drive later in the week. I was out and about for a bit this afternoon solo.

I dropped off some winter coats in need of a cleaning and the cost of the two coats was almost $50.00. I suppose that is the going rate, we’ve been going to Mona for decades and not about to start shopping around. They’ll be ready for pick up on Thursday so I know of two things I will be doing on that day.

I spoke to Mike a few times today, also messaging back and forth on the social medias. That was fun and a welcome distraction from my mundane reality. I had a phone interview yesterday. I’m surprised I did not post about it.

The call was at 1 PM. Bill offered to be out of the picture at that time but I asked that he stay for emotional support. It was for the luxury company that was not interested in me at first, but thanks to Brian my employment counselor he decided on a phone interview.

It went well despite the fact that the interviewer was seemingly not comfortable doing interviews. I was more prepared for the interview than they were. They asked the same question a few times, each time slightly rewording the question and each time I gave the same answer. I think they were trying to be clever but I think I was cleverer.

Bill was the witness to this call since I had it on speaker and he agreed with me somewhat, that this person was uncomfortable with interviews and I came off a wee bit more professional than they were. I’m not sure if Bill agreed with me thinking the interviewer was an idiot.

I heard from Billie in DC. My chocolate sister. We’ve been friends for over 40 years. He’s good at listening and offering advice. I told him about the interview and he asked how it went. I said that I didn’t think it went well which Billie interpreted as me putting myself down, telling me what I say out loud goes out into the universe and affects the outcomes of things.

That’s a way of thinking that a few other people have either said out loud or posted online as a meme in the social medias. I had to take him down a notch and explain that I wasn’t saying I was bad in the interview, on the contrary, I did well, it was the interviewer that hobbled the telephone chat.

Mike feels I put myself down and he doesn’t like it. Bill used to feel that way but knows me better than Mike or Billie. If I use self-deprecating humor it’s just that- humor. I am not putting myself down but putting a funny spin on something that has me as a central character.

It was not one of the better phone calls between me & Billie, but he was on vacation and I think a little bit drunk, so he gets a pass. But still, it left a bad taste in my mouth.