Warning- This post will more than likely be all over the place. I’ll start with the one who used to sell me weed in the office, Danielle Chieffa. Danielle was an odd thing. Hyper to the point where a prescription could have helped though they were probably on some sort of meds already.

A few years ago Danielle was out of the office a lot. They were in danger of being let go but that never happened. Raoul asked me to look out for them since Danielle lived in the basement of their mother’s house in their thirties and Danielle’s mother wasn’t doing too well healthwise.

And I did look out for Danielle, after all they were bringing in weed for various people in the office which was a violation of company policy which was laughable since most of the upper echelon of this legal beagle firm were potheads.

A text from Danielle: “Hey bud, just checking in and seeing how you were doing. I’ve felt like you’ve been annoyed at me or just in general and just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I hope you don’t feel like I’ve been ignoring you or anything. I just wanted to give you your space because like I said I felt like you just wanted to be left alone. I value you as one of my closest friends at the office and would hate see anything tarnish that. I mean who else can I talk movies and music with and all the kooks that appear on jeopardy haha. Anyway love ya bud and I’m always here for you always.”

Danielle wasn’t there for me at all. In fact. The day after I received that text, I asked if they was available for a chat, or a walk around the block. There was no response. An offer of lending an ear to what Danielle called a friend was nothing but words in a text. Danielle even ran it by Raoul before sending and Raoul thought it was a good idea.

For some godforsaken reason, I wanted to maintain some sort of friendship and looked up Danielle online. An NY Post article from 2010 popped up about Danielle’s time as an athletic supporter. I mentioned it to Danielle when I saw them which freaked Danielle out, so much that they ran to Raoul claiming they felt I was stalking them.

I am not one to stalk runts from Queens that live in their mother’s basement. Danielle made every effort never to cross paths with me and to a degree they succeeded. I for one, am grateful that because of the falling out, there was no invitation to Danielle’s wedding out on Long Island.

I saved some money and shed a relationship like a scab on the bottom of my foot. Now I will never see Danielle or their betrothed. Danielle is an idiot and a thirty-something little old lady. I harbor doubts that the marriage will last long.

They will be childless since Danielle is a child themself and there is only room in the crib for one. And I’m pretty sure the married couple are living in Danielle’s mother’s basement.

I usually write before bed but here I am just out of bed, writing. Things are dismal right now. Work search goes on but no one wants to know. Resumes go out but no one replies. Perhaps it’s because of the end of the year.

And NYS unemployment is not coming in as of yet. I believe it’s because the law firm still has me on the payroll until November 29, so whatever I might have in money is dwindling. Not a good feeling.

I am trying to do things on the cheap but last night and splurged on 2 slices of pizza which in hindsight, I should have offered Bill one of those slices. I suppose I was hungrily greedy. Bill is on the road today and expected to return sometime later today.

I just took a look at the ZipRecruiter listings and it’s dismal. The other day I had a nice dream where Joselito Semana died. I keep having dreams about working in the law firm again and something is always off.

The most recent dream had my friend Daisy with a new hairdo, this time green. I spoke with Raoul the other day about something or another and mentioned that my emails seem to be blocked.

I gave him an example of a farewell email sent to someone who I liked helping and who sat by me. He gave me an excuse that she had an older email and to resend it that way. So I resent it that way only to find the email rejected. I took that as a sign as to let things go and just not try to contact these co-workers again.

Last night Bill and I attended a showing of the Luther Vandross documentary ‘Luther: Never Too Much’. It was at Stevens Institute of Technology’s DeBaun Auditorium and presented by Carlos Alomar, the famed guitarist who grew up with Luther and played guitar for David Bowie for about 20 years.

I’ve met Carlos a few times on the street and he’s always a nice guy, and so charming. His beautiful wife Robin Clark is also an amazing talent and the panel discussion was fun and informative with their personal tales of working with Luther.

I worked with Luther for a few weeks in 1994. He wasn’t as sociable as some artists, but then again when the label is paying $10k a day for a session, the artist is not there to make friends. I do recall Luther liked to wear a lot of gold and like pale young men, who would be called these days, twinks. To each their own.

He had a lot of talent but lived in a closet from which he saw no escape. Friends knew of his sexuality but he seemed to be afraid of alienating his female fans.

He didn’t have it like Elton John who slowly came out of the closet, first as bisexual, then married a woman that he divorced and eventually came fully out of the wardrobe and still able to sell records and be recognized as a rock & roll legend. But that sadly only applied to white pop stars not necessarily black R&B artists.

Nowadays we have Lil Nas X flaunting his wares, and Tyler the Creator announcing his bisexuality. It’s a different world today, but still, the same old battles need to be fought.

One good thing apart from all that is that it’s raining. We have not had rain since September and brush fires have been popping off here and there. I am thinking of going out later, so I will have to dust off the umbrella and tred into the flood zone where the cheaper supermarket is.