Andy Johnson, cousin of Kevin Wagner, or so HBJ thought, was a part of the new regime that came in after the old regime was fired from HBJ. Julie Diemer, another one of those proto yuppies she seemed nice enough, but apparently she could not have been trusted, and a horrible accident happened to her husband, and who knows what happened to Julie Diemer.

Bruce Cipriani was a hot man, A little thin on top, but had a nice ass and package, and he seemed to have known that fact. Mike Nathanson was an eager yes man who would never say no to anyone with the new region regime

Noel Walls was an operations support manager at HBJ. He directed the relocation of a 25-million-dollar subsidiary from New Jersey to Texas, so that he didn’t do it himself; he just likes to say so. I just liked a dead profile, it was also another handsome man, a little bit stupid in the head, but when his face is on the pillow, who cares what he has to say?

Mary Lynch was someone that we thought was a friend, turns out she wasn’t, and she was let go along with John Vasacek and Paul Lopresti, and Dave Manzo. Apparently, those three among others were ripping off the company, and after a few years, they were found out, thrown out, and replaced by the proto yuppies.

I myself and with a few other people, just two or three, knew that this new management created the void that could be filled, so without speaking to each other two or three other people and myself create a new positions for us which lasted for a couple of years before I got out knowing that this was too good to be true and it was.

Still, I am friends with one of them, and we pop up every now and then on social media to wish each other a happy birthday.

Tommy Kreiger. Flaming Teen Queen of Avenue E.
Kirk Westervelt Trudy Dr

I work with Lex Luthor, and it seems that my antagonism towards him was noticeable during a meeting that I had to take place in on camera.

According to Jimmy Chile, he was the only person who would have noticed something like that.
I had a fun phone call with Bill, which was fun because he’s a funny guy. Then I had a call with Mike, who might be coming over to help Bill with his lines tomorrow.

He might come over tonight, but that is all dependent on the PO, who may or may not show up like they said they would.

It is Thursday, August 28th, 2025, some nice, low-key.

Today is my Friday since I am off tomorrow. The PATH train is shut down from midnight tonight until Tuesday morning, and that’s a hassle that I do not want to take at the start of a 4-day weekend. So I am taking a personal time off to avoid all that noise. I claimed I had a dental appointment that could not be avoided, and no one batted an eye.

And since it is an ersatz Friday, I am smoking an actual cigar, not the mini that I usually do. It’s enjoyable, and I’m always on the lookout for people who might be bothered by the smoke or the aroma, but I find a lot of people react positively and sincerely claim it’s a Proustian memory.

I have the brilliance of Jimmy Chile, who astounds me with his friends and his stories and his history and concern and his empathy, that I have Marcus just confided in me his disillusion
So all look gorgeous, mosaic isn’t it?

I started dictating earlier and I thought I saved it but apparently I did not cuz here I am doing it again. It is Wednesday August 27th. It’s a beautiful day. I have just picked up two slices of the chocolate vegan cake that I do like that I used to share but do not anymore.

I was thinking earlier of Denise “Bananas” Foster that witness for Jehovah who shared a September 12th birthday with me until she started witnessing and how I ran into her about 10 years ago as I was walking to work in the morning and threw Hoboken and she remarked how slow I was walking where I thought I was working or walking at a brisk pace.

I am haunted by those words now and I do find myself walking slower so perhaps she was a little bit ahead of her time, perhaps about 10 minutes ahead of her time or 10 years.
Mike started his gig last night and I think it went well. Bill and I watched Years and Years again on HBO which we watched in 2019 and it was oddly precient then and now it seems like a guide book.

Work is good today, so the company that placed me at the fruit stand is still after me to talk about my goals and development and things like that that do not concern me. But I have to feign interest and concern. I do wish they would leave me alone but we know that ain’t going to happen.

I sit in my spot smoking my mini cigar whereas yesterday I smoked a nice nub size cigar today I am back to the minis. Bill is at his gym with rehearsal tonight Mike I assume is sleeping preparation for the next shift tonight.

Oh how I dread the ending of Summer even though there’s about a month left most people consider the end of Labor Day weekend to be the start of the fall which is the start of the school year which is the start of my anxiety / depression with regards to autumn.

I was thinking of Kevin Wagner today. Kevin and I were friends and we went to school together but we weren’t so friendly then, we weren’t enemies either. We got along when we started working together after high school when I called him piglet. We saw Peter Gabriel together at the Palladium a few blocks away from here back in the day.

I’m thinking it was 1982 and it was since I just looked it up. After I was outed at work by the scornful Perry Dedovitch, Kevin was upset that I did not trust him enough as a friend to tell him the fact that I was gay, and that effectively ended our friendship.

I used to mourn that, but now it’s been about 40 plus years, and I just hope he’s doing well if he’s still alive. I mean I used to try to find him online one way or another but he does not maintain a social media presence as far as I know or if he does he’s good at hiding it.
I am currently sitting in a camera meeting ‘Hello’.

It is such an easygoing job that went something goes awry it’s all hands on deck