When I spend a few days without posting, stuff adds up. Sometimes I don't know where to start. That is not the case today. I will start with whatever comes, so I guess I'm not lost.

Sunday night and I had the night without worries of work the next day. I don't get that opportunity often so whenever I do I try to take advantage, no matter how tired I am. Sunday, getting out of work, I was wrecked. My body screamed for a bed, but I had a quick conversation with it, and let'em know, that we were going into over time. Marisol picks me up at the building as I was finishing a cigarillo with Jay in the courtyard of the building. He is one of the biggest parts that make weekend work bearable. So she walks into the basement, hair just done, clothes ready for a fashion war, and smiling up a storm. This gave me a bit more inspiration to kick my gear into overdrive.
We left the building and began to search for a place to eat.
Okay I am doing a play by play and they annoy me at times so let me just say we ate at Caffe Taci, a wonderful Italian restaurant on Broadway and about 109th, give or take a block. There we had great food, a great waiter who is an actor, song writer, guitarist, and all together nice guy, and a funny British waiter who was a fought in the gulf war for the Brits, and has had about 200 stitches during his life. We saw scars. Oh and the Brit was tossed up drunk, he was hilarious though. He ignored his other tables and spent about 15 to 20 minutes chatting with us. Then he respectfully asks if Marisol and I were together and congratulates me for my conquest. Or that's what it seemed like to me.
The food was all of that and dem some. Really some of the best Italian cuisine that I have ever had.

After we went to my first Jazz club experience. Or at least for jazz. Latin Jazz at its best. The band blew me the fuck away. Trumpet, sax, congas, drums, Bass, Piano, and wow wow wow. All instrumental. My favorite song was called "Asia Minor". I don't know how people name instrumentals, and I think the minor is because it was written in a minor, but then again I can't tell the damn difference. But the music in that club (the name of the place is SMOKE) ran up and down my veins with yellow dye, making my red blood cells, orange. If that doesn't make sense then maybe sense is a bit overrated.

Monday afternoon and I went back around where I work, but this time it was across the street, to be in my park for more than an hour. Wonderful picnic with many many pictures. About 200 to be exact. The park was loving us. We lay on the ground protected by a blanket, and a bottle of Yellow Tail Australian Shiraz. It was a bit cool but the sun helped a whole lot. I loved my park, and we spent over four hours there. It was fun to walk uptown to the more wooded area, where you can't see surrounding buildings, and for a second you do believe you stepped a bit too far. I love that.

Later on that night at bar 13, I met Rachel Kann who had a mini feature. She was prepared for the Merch table, and she had selection. Because of the crowd I didn't do too well at the Merch table, but I believe that I did as much as I could do so I don't feel half-bad. The feature that night was a strong ass professor. He was really cool and I really enjoyed his work, furthermore I am ashamed that I don't remember his name. He didn't bring any merch, I would've scooped up whatever he had in a minute. He also would've sold out for sure.
Anyway, I decided to slam on that night. I wanted to have a little fun. First round, I am number 7, Roger was 5 and Marty was 6. And I was 7! I thought I was going to get eaten alive. Celina glen, Oscar, Jai, Fish and some other girl. I go to the first round, step up to the plate, bat and hit a very great hit. I was second place to Roger's first in the first round. Now of course that was the one I do know by memory. No paper with me, so I pull out the sidekick. That didn't work as I was eliminated in the second round. It felt good to know that I could make it to the second round. I say hey, at least I read two poems instead of one, right?

Tuesday and I wasn't feeling work. The cool thing is that Rachel Kann gave me a CD for being such an okay salesmen, and I heard it for the better part of the day. The music and fusion on that CD is spectacular. Very Very WOW. You guys really have to give it a listen.
Tuesday evening and I go to The Yankee game, opps I mean Acentos. Acentos just happens be in a bar, with two new flat screen TV's on the first game of the Yankees, Bosox playoff series. So the bar is full with a bunch of people who leave, when Acentos starts but leave behind the loudest and most obnoxious of the bunch. Oscar handled all very well, even though the bar would not cooperate with us. The feature was phenomenal. Reina Prado, and her sensual flying luchadores, with the twist of "Damn I need cigarette after a poem like that, I think I wet my panties", all night long. She was great, and I regret not having money to buy her Chapbook. That always gets in the way.

Today, In the office, playing receptionist yet again, but today I leave at 4:30pm, because ima go read some poetry at Hofstra University. Aint that some cool ass shit? My second feature and all made possible by one cat. Thanks man!

Anyway here I go,
Enough is when my clock runs dry with letters taking over dials, and making numbers their slaves once again. Ahh the Roman times were grand Letters. When X was ten, And MC was more than a rapper. IV, was 4, but VI was 6.
Yeah that is enough.