Well it was back to work today. I did my best to go to bed at a decent hour last night after watching Towelhead. That was a difficult movie. Edge of the seat type stuff, the sexual awakening of a 13 year old girl. Creepy indeed!

Summer Bishil played the 13 year old girl. She was 18 when the movie was made but still…Aaron Eckhart played an even creepier neighbor and Peter Macdissi who played the douche bag Olivier on Six Feet Under played the girls father who once again plays a douche bag. Toni Colette was great as usual. I love her. She reminds me of Meghan Taylor a bit. It was well made but still you’re left with an uneasy feeling at the end.

I can’t even say if I would recommend it. It was creepy like a Todd Solodnz film, and if you’ve seen any of his films then you’ll get the picture. Towelhead was directed by Alan Ball who made American Beauty and created Six Feet Under.

After that was the news then Scrubs then bed. Unfortunately I’ve been going to bed around 1:30 the past week so going to sleep before then wasn’t easy. And waking up on time wasn’t easy with since I woke up at 7:30, which is usually the time I am on a bus heading into the city.

I didn’t hustle since I was going to be later than usual andf felt, In for a penny, in for a pound’. I got to the office by 9:00. No one noticed. No one from my company was in yet. The day was fairly quiet. Steve the guy I had whiskey and cigars with last week came in to look for a job. It was good to see him, though he is looking a bit dissolute, he stopped shaving.

I had some errands to run and before I knew it it was afternoon. I spoke with my brother Frank on the phone to tell him about a Stax Soul Review from 1967 in Europe was going to be on WLIW tonight. Footage of Otis Redding and Booker T and the MG’s, something to look forward to.

At one point this afternoon, right around 1:30 actually, Vivek the managing director comes up to me and asks what time I was leaving for the day. I told him the usual time, 4:30. He says I could leave early if I escort his niece to Penn Station.

His niece is 15 and goes to school in Pennsylvania. I had no problem with that and helped his niece out to the street to a waiting taxi. It reminded me of Towelhead a bit, though of course I made no overtures towards her sexuality.

We rode through midtown to Penn Station and I helped her once again with her suitcases eventually leaving her outside the station as she insisted. Instead of taking the Path train I walked up to 42nd street where I saw Bill for a few minutes.

He’s such a nut. Just so goofy on the street, videotaping me wearing my late cousin’s overcoat with a velvet collar and showing off the braces he got me for Christmas. Whether or not I ever see this video entirely depends on him.

A quiet bus ride home. No Casey Chasm again. Certainly didn’t see him this morning. Today is his birthday though and I wished him well and read his venting about his father who seems like a cad who has attempted to steal his identity again.

He told me stories about his dad and we compared fathers a while ago on the bus. He won since his father is still alive.

Happy Birthday Casey Chasm!