Happy Tuesday

    This essay was started yesterday, Monday, for a jump on Tuesday, Sade. "How're you doing?" (See last picture towards bottom of page.)  "See you."

    Imagine my feet scuffling here. We've been kept apart a lot longer again, again. No don't scapegoat for anyone or thing. Especially Scapegoat Bill. Apparently infatuated with himself. Glory hog of self-admiration. Incapable of reasoning with what real self-worth is. Pansy Face RITTER! Boy Toy of Tyrants. Your world's just warped, DIP ___T Bill! 

    We've been beginning, Sade, and cherish, together, everything from day one. Your eyes, last time, of course, stunned and you had to feel I better say something. Thump. Thump. Always turned statue before you. And that was our first time inches from each other's faces. In each other's eyes. Shuddering, right? But you as always, exactly as cool as that last time's smile. My eyes water still like yours were, Woman. ...

    Don't care as long as my eyes can see what your eyes tell me what to do. 

    Last year summer, we figured each other out, the situation, in a couple months. I researched Northeast Corridor train stations and was harpooned back in NY. Funny how I evolved into sport for various Security SERVICES. Always passed like shiny new dime before. Huh? Crackers woke up. Police watched it all, or I'd have been jailed. Wouldn't even come when ABC SECURITY called, and afterward NYPD let me see they were available and able to smile at me. 

    That was something discovering NO ELECTRICITY AS ADVERTISED Business Convenience, for Travelers deposited in Baltimore. My first morning, after sleeping on the Peace Picnic Table, I neglected not going to the Front Desk where Ms. Baderinwa and her mother worked for NBC's Baltimore TV station. I was stopped from typing at another table. And by the time the Black Officer and I parted at the gate, I grinned embarrassment that he practically teared at my explanation of how defunding the police misses the point. Long story short, Peace Officers are the point. Face racist whitewashing and there's future to behold.

    Meanwhile, Back in NYC, I negotiated 5 window gawkers to remove themselves from habitual weekly presences. The first one, I had no clue but that alerted my notice of the others. Red Hair came up to me saying I was between him and his love. And Sade probably filmed that one as I saw her worried eyes, above her phone pointed at me, right before pivoting the bike between I and the errant knight who high-tailed it. Him, I felt bad for, though one of two who threatened unseen knives. Ah, right. After threat also pretended going for a, non-existent, knife in my back pocket. So he got close. Why Baderinwa, so cool through it all, looked worried then. Adore your every look, Sade. Similar to the questioning stare, upper right, on every Soapbox View page. And need not wonder why, Brown Eyes. Toss a dart anywhere, hits why. 

    Ms. Baderinwa obviously knew the glass window, wall ceiling, had a moat too. There's clarity in not being fully able to warn me THE JOKER targeted me. Fully scoped out. Why I basically just watch(ed) acting. Other people Sade works with are sensible. 

    Anyway. Façade explains the toyed with my life spy, co-worker's whole head and eyes being thrown up displaying utter amazement. Dismay. Your OSCAR is in the TRASH if you want to pick it up, Quagmire? Similar Display to when Donald Dump threw his "what am I" head up exclaiming, "oh yeah Presbyterian" when supposedly asked what religion he subscribed to. Same arrogance ABC-7's Male Hierarchy Figurehead displayed, claiming no clue who I was. Though saw Sade and I correspond or shaped his own memories into lies with his others. Good slave, Ritter. Don't worry. I know you're stupid, but blame you all alone for the crap thrown at Sade and me by you THE SYCOPHANT BILL RITTER'S SYCOPHANTS!  

    Clearly saw Sade and I together through that glass wall exchange, having understanding eyes. That's who I was and you played King of Siam. Dunderheaded Mifflin Employee Application of the Week. 

    We both swam the moat, Sade, right through that dag gum glass. I'm consumed just wanting to talk and listen to you. Ah the stories that'll feel even better behind us. I hope. Hope. ...