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Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)

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Ok, it’s Thursday. Not much to report. Maybe I could make something up. No, not tonight. I’ll give you some mundane details. I promise, I’ll write some fiction soon enough. Until then some non fiction, some of my life. A pound of flesh for you dear reader.

Last night, I found the couch. It was buried under clothes and mail and Mojo and Uncut magazines as well as a songbook or two. Bill did a decent job in cleaning the apartment. It still has a way to go, but it’s a step in the right direction.

You’d think, two gay men living together, the place must be immaculate. Well that goes to show, you can’t trust stereotypes. I’ve always had a problem keeping things neat and orderly, and with Bill around I’ve surrendered to the chaos that surrounds us.

Normally if Annemarie, Rex and Earl were coming this summer we’d make an effort, perhaps even hire a cleaning lady to come in and do the things that we can’t seem to figure out to do ourselves.

We did that last year and talked about having her come every now and then, but we had more money last year and the Arcata contingent were headed east. Not so this year. It’s ok. Juan doesn’t mind.

He’s a college student so it all seems somewhat homey to him. He just sits in the couch and we watch the tv and get jazzy. Last night was the same only no Juan and I was doing a jazz solo.

Bill came back from the laundry and we watched Keith Olbermann then after that watched Dave Chappelle who was very funny, funnier than Keith Olbermann. After that, sleep. Bill was out at 6:00 and I stirred soon after getting out of bed myself.

Lot’s more people on the bus lately. Too many, and they all take my favorite seats. They always give the Hoboken run the worst buses, and this morning was no different.

I got off the bus, listening to Orbital as I picked up my free newspapers and walked to Smilers for my breakfast sandwich from West Indian Tony. Tony of course, asked all about Bill. He never asks about me, I guess that because I’m in front of him and by being there I must be alright. West Indian Tony can also predict the weather by how much his knees ache.

As I walked up Fifth Avenue I ran into a former co-worker. Daniel Begin, who set up a successful hedge fund which was also legal, and that’s rare these days. Nice guy, a fellow atheist and quite an intellectual from Israel.

I saw him last summer in Central Park with his wife and kids. It was awkward since I was beat from riding from Hoboken to the George Washington Bridge over and down to Central Park. Plus my eyes were a little bloodshot from a quick jazz improvisation off the bike path.

Not this morning though. We exchanged pleasantries and business cards and we were both on our separate ways. He asked me to tell my boss, Greg Stevens that he had said hello. Greg remarked that I always seem to be bumping into former co-workers and it’s true I do.

I saw the former head of Wanker Banker this morning too. His new company is across the street from my building so I see him fairly often.

Work was slow today. I had to see a vendor, someone who is trying to get my company signed up with her mobile phone service. They never take no for an answer and I was pigeonholed. She was nice and most guys that aren’t gay would love to spend time with her. Me? I just told her some horror stories about cellphone service, she works for T-Mobile which is my carrier.

She listened politely while telling me more and more about how the Blackberries she is promoting are the very best and give good value. I think deep down she knew she wasn’t going to get anything from me, everyone already has a Blackberry with their own service and they aren’t about to switch.

I told her I would bring it up at the next budget meeting next week, which isn’t going to happen. I did get her name which is the title of this post. After that was my special Thursday lunch, penne, pesto and chicken. I was quite a gavone while I ate.

Walked to the bus terminal after work listening to Public Enemy, then I saw a t-shirt that said ‘Never Stop’ so I switched over to Echo and the Bunnymen. Sat in a crappy seat and read ‘Tweak’ by Nic Sheff, the son of David Sheff who wrote the last book I read, ‘Beautiful Boy’ about his son’s addiction to methamphetamine. This is even more harrowing since it’s written by the junkie son. It’s a sad story.

The Chain

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Another scorcher. The hottest spring I have ever seen. That might be because I’ve never been to Hot Springs, Arkansas. This afternoon when coming back from lunch, a young woman gets in the elevator, it’s just me and her. She says, ‘It’s so hot all I want to do is sleep.’ I say, ‘I hope you have air conditioning’. She says that she does. I tell her, “I only sleep with two fans and they’re so annoying, always bothering me for autographs.’ She just stares at me. I don’t think she got my joke.

A co-worker said she might have been hitting on me, which is entirely possible, and it doesn’t matter what sex is desiring me, I’m generally oblivious to that sort of thing. So hot and so tired I am. I’m drowsy and feel like going to bed as soon as I post this. That should be around 8:00 or so I guess. Too early for me I think.

Gate sale this weekend and I have still got to get my stuff together. I’m aiming for taking Friday off to prepare. We’ll see how that goes. Tomorrow I have to leave work early to go to the dental school and pick up the letter that my dentist wrote. I hope she wrote a good letter. Last night I finally watched the Roman Polanski documentary that I was looking forward to.

Of course, as soon as it starts the phone rings. It’s Harpy. I listen but it’s hot, my ear is sweating and I just wanted to watch this documentary. I got off the phone fast, hopefully not stepping on Harpy’s toes. That’s the last thing he would need, broken toes. Then we watched the last 15 minutes of the PBS gay magazine show, In The Life. The last part was all about the Broadway musical, Xanadu. It’s a musical based on the box office flop film of the 1980’s with music by the Electric Light Orchestra and Olivia Newton John.

It looks like fun and Bill expressed an interest in it. His birthday is coming up and I should look to see if I could get a deal. It may involve calling up an old friend that I hadn’t spoken to in a while, which would be awkward. I have to look into that. Jeezy creezy this weather is wiping me out. Bill’s home already. He left work early and came home and immediately went to sleep. Enticing.

Last night I whacked him in the face while we slept. He made some noise about it, and I apologized for it last night. I apologized again this morning and he forgot all about it. So I reminded him of my spousal abuse.

Work was slow again and I had to run an errand to get a new coffee maker for the office since the one we had went kaput this morning. I enjoy getting out of the office but in this heat it can be too much, no matter how many times I’m running for the shadows.

Smell ya later.