Good Morning November
If you look carefully between 43rd and 9th ave between the hours of four and six,
on a cold October morning, you will find a cold group of people huddled in a line to get on a bus that might take another two hours to show up once the first bus is full to the set of Happy Gilmore 2, which takes place in Summer, nearly 30 years later, after Happy Gilmore 1.
The election is next week and people are voting. Ballot boxes were being lit on fire, I had heard.
I am sitting in the lobby of the Lamb’s Club, the bar I used to bartend at before my back gave out, writing this because the bus is three hours late and I have time before eight.
North Korea has sent 10,000 soldiers to fight in Ukraine comes on from a tv or radio or video somewhere.
Adam Sandler is having 700 extras survive today on a golf course somewhere deep in the mountains of New Jersey. The drive is beautiful.
It’s giving Fall a girl says on our walk to set. I can’t wait the tall boy next to me with a beanie on says, until it’s giving and all that Tiktok shit is over with. I laugh. The girl laughs. She is quite short. But smiles big.
It will come around when the time is right, the woman behind me says as we are lining up in the woods next to the golf course to leave. We are done shooting. She is on the phone but I am unsure with who. We are finished for the day.
I think the phrase act natural came around before the term acting did.
Last week in Pilates I learned what the scapula is. It is, for those who have never taken an Anatomy class or Pilates class, not related to the scalp. It is related to the back-shoulder-area.
I am stretching, moving my neck. My scapula is tense. It is Halloween and I am a peasant or a squire on Gilded Age. It is 3:30 in the morning. Did you mean, footman the check-in lady asks me.
I think plotless stories exist everywhere, except we only count the ones that have plots, as stories.
Today is the end of October. Tomorrow it will be Good Morning November. And so on.
Dates are a funny thing because they are never the same. You could have a good one, or a bad one, or an in-between one. Beginning of the month is normally best for me, I tell them.
Save yourself some room for heartbreak.
Someone else told me that.
She was a Capricorn. Medium-Height-Girl in a Medium-Height-World. Make it make sense she said to me. I can’t.
You can’t can you? Make it make sense.
You’re thinking it aren’t you?
I am.
Good morning November.
