Danno and the Missing Abortion

Danno, who is likely my best friend — esp having dumped the toxic peter who i ghosted on — danno and me, our friendship goes back 35 years, and we agree, and we did so at this baseball game, see pic (below) — that nothing has yet to happen in our friendship, and likely won’t, and that is very special, and we hope it never changes.

i suppose danno (whose accurate name might be dan, i can’t remember) could get divorced (unlikely) and that would probably mark a solid before/after mark, one that we would probably agree to forget. so danno and i are friends of the moment — for 35 years and close as grasshoppers — and the substance is the present: like, this sox game from last year (below).

after danno graduated from yale and penn, and i graduated from swarthmore and rochester, we both taught for a bit, i found it satisfying, dan hated it, though admitted he liked it more than teaching black students in alabama. that didn’t last, on either end. dan returned to become a nurse (rn, congratulations) and he got married, i stayed teaching another 10 years and, wip(p)ed out and washed out and burned up — i quit, becoming a writer and dog-dad. both of us are generally happy now, so medicine and dog were the right way for us to go, separately, lost and loser, together. he’s mostly gay (“curious” or “bi-curious” or “heteroflexible,” or any of these moronic words, including “bisexual”), and has a forgiving wife who likes both of us. about his queerness, he says, “i have a sizable interest in the penis.” ha haha. it was my joke anyway.

other good thing: neither of us is attracted to each other. (dan might be lying: he’s always pressing me to get my penis out there more.) if i found him super-sexy there would be real problems there.

i have this bit that i wrote for something that i’ve since cancelled. i can’t pull the whole together without the presence of formatting problems (which are important to me). but i have this bit in it — abortion-centered — that i think is potentially funny but is not yet ready, and i’m not sure how to enhance it. one of the problems is that the thesis — my academic career has been hijacked by minority hires (that said, i am fully in favor of the affirmative action programs, but i think it’s fair to find them frustrating, given my role). anyway, the point is that i promise abortion = funny soon.

I believe rich has appeared — which is so exciting in my life — why? because i saw changed text below and i saw weird forward button action on the iphone — and i am hopeful that indeed that we will move forward after i (and him after me) jump ship. and in my mind after barista #1 appeared, jumped the shark.

listen to some pop/dance music: it’s all about love: finding it, sustaining it, losing it. if you listened to that genre of music you might understand what love is like (or about). sometimes i think i am in love with you, or at least was, it comes and go, but you have massive heat for me, deal with it. punk probably doesn’t get to that, but idk. punk sucks.

but i do have hope (see above) that we will track forward rather than backward and that we, likely, fall in love with each. i’m really certain of that; he might feign differently, but as it played out, yes (totally so)

we still have the basic issues:

1. i’m too smart for him

2. i’m funnier than him (likely, but there would be variance in types)

3. more handsome than him

4. i’m “inimidating”

5. i’m “sophisticated.”

i can’t really remember anymore.

1. you are pretty smart to read my books! most people in my field would not understand them mostly, and of course

2. i think that i might be funnier in different ways . for example, i can be funny (and smart) in textual form. You are probably quicker, esp given my recent cognitive problems which will eventually go away. also, my verbal humor tends to be extremely dry and you might simply not be at that level with that kind of humor. absurd more in my writing, witty easier for you.

3. 1. he probably thinks that i am better looking than him, which certainly isn’t true, i find him totally and completely hot, and i would think that most people would see that; (isn’t that why they hired you at the store?); and more importantly, our attrictiveness level: i could never by hot but still good looking (hopefully not “handsome”) what i talked about in my books that you so gallantly read as “singularity,” you would remember this).

YOU ARE MUCH HOTTER THAN ME. IF YOU ARE MAKING FUN OF ME YEAR GO FUCK YOURSELF, I’VE SEEN IT BEFORE

1. Intimidating: this is stupid. it can only be extinguished at get together. one of the examples is that i *never* order fancy coffee drinks and i prefer McD for coffee rather than at an other place.

2. that’s it, he’ll have to solve his insecurity (or whatever) before date #1.

Thank you for reading.

i woke up this morning at 5:30, took jeff out for his walk and by the end of the walk my eyes were considerably blurry, enough to make crossing the street and finding my door difficult. this has happened to me 3 other times in the last 2 years so i was not entirely scared though i was frightened. back to my eyes: near sight then became blurry 20 minutes later so i was stuck in my apartment not being able to see see mostly without blurriness. again, scared by not frightened. i had the mind to make chicken broth — i’ve been having trouble with low sodium — and i made three cups of the bullion cubes and then felt like throwing up all of it, which would have been contra-indicated, and i did manage to keep it all down. in about 1.5 hours my eyes had been fully restored.

eye problem possibly caused by eating too much *before* last night’s punk show? or maybe caused by eating less *after* last night’s show? maybe sonic youth just caused it from afar. idk. white comb. punk sucks. goodnight.

i am in desperate need of new near and far prescriptions for new flashy specs. it’s been two long for someone who considers himself a professional writer to be gifted proper accessories. Rich needs a shirt and collar if only to destroy them.

jeff did not help me much on our walk, i was disappointed there. danno took care of jeff when i was otherwise engaged, and he was good, meaning: he did not lose the dog. jeff was happy to get home, even after being such a hit with the three kids (all hers) for the week of vacation. danno is solid, i would say his discourse is about 50% bad faith, and it’s a little upsetting (for him, i would think, too) but i’ve finally, after 35 — mostly stopped taking the bait. i would never treat rich (or mason, like that — even if the former is probably considerably smarter than the latter.

a deer in headlights — we still love him!

andy

will work on rich text later,

in love and war (and not the reverse)

your abbreviated,

pink

Two blokes, in love