This that and the third

I sit at my desk after eating two slices of pizza which were average at best. I am listening to the Gun Club specifically the three songs that I have by the Gun Club. I have never seen Jeffrey Lee Pierce and Gun Club played Maxwell’s back in the day.

A week or so ago an old friend of my brother Brian and mine who I’ve written about before asked if I was with him when the Gun Club played the club called Folk City. I told him I had not and he basically accused me of being forgetful or lying. I don’t recall which he suggested or accused me of but neither was applicable.

I think I’ve written about Mike and I taking photographs at Cole Street on Saturday and sent him a text saying that we should meet at Cole Street at 2:00 p.m. He thought he was coming over on Friday night and then ride through my crib to get there but that was not going to happen. I don’t want him sleeping over so soon after saying goodbye like that, and there’s no point in it anyway he can sit and look at his phone in his crib.

He doesn’t bring anything to the table anyway. When there was a physicality happening there was always that chance and now that doesn’t happen so there’s no chance. I begged off saying I was going to meet a mutual friend at a cigar shop in midtown which I had done a few months ago and plus Bill would be driving so nobody will be around to let him in and show him the couch

I’m pretty sure he’s disappointed and I’m pretty sure I’m okay with it since I’ve been disappointed numerous times with him and his lack of communication with regards to showing up like things were planned in the past. Is it revenge? perhaps. But it’s looking after number one
meaning me.

We have not discussed whether or not this Saturday afternoon photo shoot will still go on in any event I will be fine if it does happen or if it does not.

I am disappointed that my usual bike ride to Liberty State Park will not be going on on Sunday due to the fact that there’s an upper class horse event going on which is a bit of a drag. Most of my usual spots and routes have been altered or blocked off so as much as I find it boring I will be heading towards the North Bergen I believe on Sunday.

Oh these first world problems

Bill is driving some senior citizens from Long Island up to Sleepy Hollow for some reason or other and Bill is supposed to be the tour guide and also the driver. What does Bill know about Sleepy Hollow.? I suppose we’ll find out if it’s more than the headless horseman and I suppose he’ll find out and I know they’ll find out.

1234 am I right? That’s all I got for now. When I’m outside smoking my cigar, I’ll have more to add.

Mike is enamored with his new Paramore. Promises are made to send him a TV. Mike was going to buy himself a TV, and I said, instead of buying herself a TV since you’re getting one for free perhaps you should buy a laptop like I had told him a few weeks ago that I’ve seen them on Amazon refurbished laptops for less than $100 which would do him better in his life and his career with a laptop.

We shall see. Next week is when they’re supposed to finally meet, and I almost mentioned that I hoped his parole officer doesn’t call, but I didn’t say anything, and I hope it doesn’t happen, but with the parole officer’s record…

Scott Schmedes’ dream. I have not seen Scott in 49 years. We were class pals in 1976, but after graduation, I never saw him again. But there he was in my dream the other night, and he hadn’t changed much just an older version of what I remembered from 1976. I do hope he’s doing well. I’m sure he is.

I am at work now playing a Pet Shop Boys playlist, Left to My Own Devices is playing and I am remembering being in a car with Ulysses and driving from Queens to Manhattan to perhaps Secaucus, coming down from the night before, a few hours of twitchy sleep, and listening to the Trevor Horn production.

I am supposed to shoot photographs with Mike on Saturday, and I am looking at Saturday afternoon, and I am not sure if Mike is on the same time frame as I am, but we shall see. I have not communicated with him with regards to the time that I am thinking, 2:00 p.m. and I have no idea what he is thinking, as usual

It is a cloudy gray day this Wednesday, September 17th. There was the initial flush at work of requests cuz they have all been filled, so now we wait for the rest. Some of my guests have come in, so I’m guessing everything is going smoothly. I have even picked up some other things that were lying by the wayside from other people.

So the cloudy gray day has turned into a rainy gray day. The thing I’ve been doing at lunch time is going outside and enjoying a small cigar, not a mini cigar, but a small cigar, and I was hoping to do the same today. Looking east, it looks dry, but looking north, the window is coated with rain, and that has made the decision for me.

It’s not the end of the worl,d I will adapt as I generally do. Bill is driving people around in this weather, and I hope he’s very cautious and I know he is. I’m sitting at my desk listening to Paul McCartney. I suppose I can go elsewhere for lunch and sit somewhere else, but the most comfortable here, so here’s why I remain

I was thinking of Dais,y the woman I used to work with, when I had a job at Bratty McGrotty. She sent me a birthday greeting last week, and it was nice at I replied with it thank you and that’s it. I hope they’re treating her well at that hellhole, but I have no idea. I say listen to Paul McCartney, I am hearing some contemporary hip hop things, and as I wrote that, they stopped. And now Eminem is playing quite loudly and arrogantly as only Eminem can be.

Eminem drops off, Paul McCartney continues, and I am still sitting at my desk talking into my phone and dictating my notes, which I will edit later on tonight when I get home because that’s how I do things yo.

Sheff G and Sleepy Hallow are here with a crew of over a dozen. Nice guys mainly, but fans of L’Orange Merde it seems. So that’s like minus a million points for Slytherin.