Pylon spider
It was an experiment, it was a fantasy, that was doomed to fail, that was fatally unreal. I don’t even know if it was fun. Why didn’t it last? They were fun moments, but they were overpowered by anger management issues and my holding him accountable. That is what Billie determined.

I am close to 3 GB of data usage on this phone, and the cycle ends on the 11th, which is Sunday or maybe Saturday, but in any of the men’s been lost.
In any event, I have nothing to lose since everything has been lost already is what I had intended to say, but the microphone picked up something different.

Some folks will never lose a toe, and then again some folk’ll like Cletus the slackawed Yokel.
That was playing in my head as I was waiting for the elevator to take me down to the street on my lunch hour it made me laugh it’s from The Simpsons from the ’90s it’s 30 years old.

To slow day somewhat interesting but not overtly interesting, not much to do competing with thing one and thing two at NYC 14 thing one is great she’s wonderful thing to lose something to be desired but it’s all right it’s okay.

It is a warm October 7th, I said August 1st, and went back and edited it since it is no longer August.

So life with Mike I don’t know what I was hoping for I did try to take care of him I just spend money on him as my own doing. Nobody put me up to it I did make his life easier. I think if it wasn’t for me he’d be a lot worse off than he is now.

But he’s okay, he seems to be doing his own thing. There are things that I have come across that are not my business, so I’m not bringing it up, but we do have Gmai,l and I accidentally took a look at his account and saw something alarming, whether or not it gets taken care of, I don’t know. It’s not my concern, really

I saw a guy this morning that resembled Dan Kochav, The famed investment banker that I got along with years ago and then one day as I was leaving the woods in Central Park with my eyes quite red I ran into him and his family which is probably disappointing to him but fuck it it was my life my time my weekend and I did not want to nor expect to see him.

Sometime after that, he opened his own company. I applied for a job there, and it was determined that I was not right for that position, no harm, no foul they say. I resent Teresa Scalise more than I resent Dan Kochav. But since both turned me down for positions or neglected to offer me a hand, I wound up where I am now, which is probably better for all concerned

The machinations were unseen to me at the time, but in hindsight, it is 20/20.
I am back at 16th and 5th today, NYC01 they call it. Tomorrow and Thursday I will be in NYC 14th. The headquarters of the fruit stand.

There was a car alarm going off that I heard for a couple of minutes, and was going to do an impromptu ‘O Superman’ thing, but as I set up the camera, it ended. The best lead plans of mice and men and John Ozed fall by the wayside.

The race to the tree.
Me on bike, man with dog.
I won.

Yesterday, someone, a guy, just walked by me and looked me in the face and said, “Good man,” and he went his way and I went mine. I said “hey”
I’m not sure if I knew him, but if we knew each other, I’m sure we would have said something.
Still, it was nice to hear…

The other day I was thinking of Solid as a Rock by Ashford and Simpson, which is currently playing right now at the fruit stands where I am working at for a few days this week.

It was an enjoyable bike ride yesterday, approximately 14 miles. The weather was pleasant, very dry, and we are in drought conditions.

Sorry, I’m working at another fruit stand, the same one I was at last week for one day, and this week I’m here for 3 days. It’s very uptight. The fruit is not moving as much as they’d like, but it’s still ripe and fresh.

There’s a meeting of the fruit stand workers this morning, which I had to attend and I usually don’t have to since I am at another location most of the time, so this is not one of those times, so I had to attend. It was dreadfully boring.

I was the odd man out who somehow got through it unscathed. Bill is driving senior citizens around, and senior citizens are probably 10 years older than us these days.

Mike is still a narcissist. I hope things go well for him, but one never knows, and he does not have the healthiest skepticism that I have. He once loved, and he’s trying hard for it.
3,000 miles is quite a distance to overcome or to come over, or you can bukkake on FaceTime.
I did take photos of Mike on Saturday afternoon in Jersey City. He has over 1,000 followers (9,789 Followers), and I helped fuel that narcissism machine.

I’m listening to the fruit stand playlist on fruit stand radio, and it’s basically the same crap that I heard the other day. The playlist does not change.

The music is all pop music, and I recognize some of the songs from Girl Talk songs from 15 years ago. Come on, ride that train. Put some “D’s” on that bitch…
Motherfucker plays on the fruit stand office radio. Hip hop is the dominant music these days. I am fine with that.

Last night I watched a video of a group of ants moving a dead salamander up a potted plant. Obviously grabbed my attention, and it was fascinating. It was more than 5 minutes but less than 10 minutes.
Older men, or Daddy’s, is what I used to be after. Now I am in that age bracket where I am someone’s daddy, Mike likes to call me Dad, as it goes Bill Dad so we are his dad’s. But the Dads I was after, they’re few and far between and fading away.

I’m also reminded of the bar/bri review at the now-gone Statler Hilton hotel. Having to move a pallet of books from the van on the street to a suite inside. Parking was impossible, yet somehow I did it. It should have been a two-man job 43 years ago, but it wasn’t and now the company I worked for is gone, the hotel I was delivering to is gone, and yet I am still here, ain’t that something?

28 minutes left, that means the 28 long minutes long long long

It seems that all my anxiety over the weekend about working where I am at the fruit stand this week was for naught. I can be my own worst enemy. But luckily, I have someone like Bill in my life to take care of my messy mind and even people like Jimmy Chile, who has talked me off the ledge a few times. I really should get over it, perhaps I will soon enough.