Everything has settled down, the barricades have been put away the streets are not as crowded as they’ve been on this Tuesday, July 1st, 2025. It is quite a hot day, 86°, feeling like 94°. I don’t know how they get that decision, but that’s what they give me.

The Happy hangover of yesterday has faded, and things are back into their routine. It’s the four-day work week, which means it’s going to take twice as long to get through the work week for some strange reason.
I sit in my spot for the third day in a row, smoking a mini cigar, dictating lines into my phone
There was a time I would have been doing lines, but now I dictate lines. I’m met an interesting young man named Chan Khan from the other side of the planet who’s relocating to New York City. It’s nice to talk to somebody like that. Here’s an understanding young man, even though I couldn’t help him as much as he would have liked.

Mike is still in the AI limbo. 72 hours is now down to 48 hours. Hopefully, things will work out for him. I sincerely do hope things will work out for him. Yesterday I did a little bit of a walk around Union Square. I did go to Barnes & Noble yesterday with the intention of buying new books, and while I was there, I was thinking about visiting Little City Books, but while in Barnes & Noble, I picked up books, took photographs of them and ordered them through my library or if you would the bibliotheque. Marcus just walked by, coming back from a salad joint, flipping me the bird, to which case I just looked up at the sky at what he was pointing to.

I almost surreptitiously took a photograph of a handsome young man walking by, and I thought I had everything lined up he vanished off the face of the earth.

I foolishly looked at the chat that I had a few weeks ago that caused an argument between me and Mike, and it affected me in an ill manner, so I should just totally delete this guy who does not know how to spell the word paisan he spells it pizza ann. Worst Italian ever.

5 years later, people still wear masks, and people still do not know how to wear masks properly. Unless they breathe through their mouths, which they more than likely do not, unless they do.

It is very hot, slightly breezy, but very hot. I don’t think I will spend the entire hour outside after I finish the cigar; I will more than likely go back inside.

Not much else to report, Bill is on his way back to the mainland, Mike is at his home, sitting around, climbing the walls.

All right brother. That is what I said to a guy that looked like he was looking for a lighter he had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and is going through all his pockets and his bag and I just put that a letter He’s like no I’m looking for a flash drive.

How will I have Gemini AI convert this post?
Am I slowly becoming one of those people who look at their phones all the time, as I said out here, looking at my phone? There’s not much to look at, and so I look up facts I look up where Bill is at I look up for various messages from various friends.

The body was discovered on Thursday morning at the harborside light rail station. It was a Harborside Homicide; it wasn’t the first, and it sure as hell won’t be the last. I should have this rewritten in a hard-boiled mystery style.

I have been smoking weed for about 44 years. 1981 February Beatle fest, Perry Dedovich. Nowadays I smoke at home and I rarely leave my apartment, so I don’t know how I am. I haven’t Liberty State Park on a Saturday afternoon, June 28th, Julio Lopez’s birthday, he’s not here I am. That’s how it was supposed to be anyway.

I smoked half a joint here, and I can’t believe how high I am. It’s going to be a most pleasurable ride back to Hoboken. This is my spot underneath my friend, I call Tree, he’s a very nice tree or she’s a very nice tree. I don’t know sexuality never enters the picture, gender is fluid, it’s a tree.

So yeah just like I said, I’m really high right now, dictating into my phone. I’m about to resume my cycle after sitting under a tree for about 15 minutes, drinking some water, taking pictures, and listening to Bjork singing Isobel.

Thank you I’ll get back to you.

Now I am sitting opposite the Harborside light rail stop in Jersey City. I sit in the shade and I’m smoking the rest of the joint that I started smoking under the tree. A child is about to scoot by so I’m trying to be discreet, although I’m sure the area smells like weed.

It is a pleasant Sunday afternoon, June 28th, there’s a couple on another platform, and they seem to be looking directly at me. But in my mind’s eye, they abide, and it’s like they’re talking about me; “Did you see him? Is he the one? Yeah, he looks like he’s the one. I don’t know but you know he smokes that joint, and he really smokes it like he’s the one, cuz I have doubts. Yeah but I got this general vibe that he’s the one. You know if we ask him, he’ll deny it, which is what something the one would do, don’t you think? And now it’s the potheads’ dilemma wanting to relight the joint but can’t find the lighter, and having said that, I found the lighter.

A young man and a woman walked by or approaching, actually, a light rail pulls up into the station, it’s going north, it’s on the south southern track, what the hell is going on. It’s going to Tonnele Avenue and people don’t know because of the waiting for the train that’s supposed to be on the track that they’re standing next to, not the track that just pulled open up.

They’re not the type to ask anybody for help like a conductor or something I don’t know why am I getting involved with their lives instead of my business God damn it

In any event, the couple that I thought were looking at me and talking about me are no longer doing so since they were thrown off by the train that did not arrive. I’m crazy like that. I thought earlier about feeding this dictation into AI and saying what comes out. I did enjoy the Andy Warhol rewrite, and I’ll see what I come up with next?

That was written on Saturday, June 28th, and today is June 30th Monday. I spent yesterday, June 29th Bill’s birthday, with Bill and Mike at the New York City Pride parade. It was a magical day, everything seemed to work out nicely.

I had given Bill his gift the week before, an Apple Watch. Yesterday I gave him a nice shirt and a gift card for a store that he likes. Mike is supposed to start a new job at Jeff Bezos company, but thanks to artificial intelligence, it didn’t work out that way. But the pride parade was quite nice, it was Mike’s first visit to the Pride parade and we sort of experienced it for the first time through his eyes, though Bill and I have gone at least a dozen times together.

Whereas Mike was focused on the parade, I was focused on the people on the sidewalk that were walking back and forth in front of us, it was like a fashion runway. All different sizes, shapes, fashions, personalities, and whatnot, all walking by.

Bill and I wore T-shirts that read “I can’t even think straight,” which got a few chuckles and reactions. It was a very good day. We came back to Hoboken a few hours later, had birthday pizza at Grimaldi’s, and then came home for a quite lackluster Carvel ice cream cake. I ate it, Bill ate it, and Mike could not get through it.

Yesterday, there were thousands of people here, and today, there’s maybe a hundred. I am at my usual spot smoking a mini cigar. Yesterday, I was in the same spot smoking a regular cigar with Mike and Bill. I showed them the building where I worked, but not the office where I worked is which would have been silly. I mean, I am still a new guy, still on a 90-day probation of sorts.

I remarked yesterday that the sidewalk it was like a runway, a very gay, a very LGBT runway. Today, it is not that it is quite heterosexual, which to some means boring, and though I used the word earlier in a sentence, I think the proper word is lackluster.

It is a 4-day work week this week since the 4th of July is on Friday. Already I look forward to sleeping in till 9:00 a.m., it’s a low bar.

There was an older woman who sat next to us with her dog, and we tried chatting, but the music on the floats going by was much too loud, so I just nodded in the affirmative whenever it seemed like the thing to do.

Well, walking up 5th Avenue, I passed a man wearing a mod shirt. I stopped and asked him if he was a mod, and he said yes, and we chatted for a moment. His name was Rico. I believe his wife or his girlfriend or just a friend was with him, and he came flying over thinking I was going to hassle him, and we just talked about mod music as well as 2 Tone music, which was the connection.
The day in the office is quite quiet, though I am keeping myself busy. Marcus is, as usual, not very communicative as he eats his Chick-fil-A without any guilt.

Like I had mentioned at the beginning of this post on Saturday, I smoked a joint and noticed how high I had gotten, whereas I usually smoke at home and never realize how high I might be.

On Saturday, I smoked a joint, initially smoking one half and then smoking the other half on my way back to my crib in Hoboken. Yesterday I smoked a whole joint and was somewhat overwhelmed. I kept it together as nicely as I could and enjoyed the day as it unfolded in front of me, watching Bill enjoy himself and dance, and watching Mike erase the festivities going on before him.

And at work today, I completed the tasks that were asked of me by the agency that has placed me at the company where I am working.