Jun 15-17 24
Nothing to say of any literary value. I’m sweating a lot in the coat check of the hotel. I haven’t really had any thoughts of note today, and I certainly haven’t had any mentionable experiences. The summer is here and things are mainly the same in most significant ways. There are a lot of people in the part of Williamsburg where the hotel is. It makes me feel left out of the special sunny Saturday many people seem to having.
I’m concerned I wont be able to find any Zyn for a while- the bodegas near my house don’t have it, and today the bodega near my work ran out. I guess theres a zynpocalypse1 happening.
I first found out about the problem when I tried to buy some from my neighborhood deli. The guy said “No more Zyn. It’s over.” I exclaimed, “Oh my god! What happened?” and he said “I don’t know. You should know, not me.”
I guess that’s fair, though I looked up “zyn out of business” and “zyn banned” and found out that Zyn is doing remarkably well. It seems rather than being over, they are victimized by their own success- the latest in the recent series of supply chain hiccups. This one’s pretty digestible- they couldn’t scale up production fast enough to meet runaway demand. Zyn got really popular really fast.
In the meantime, my friend2 at the deli who lied to me and told me Zyn was kaputz sold me this zynlike thing called Fre.
The Fre is fine, its just like Zyn but has twice as much nicotine. I don’t mind using it but I don’t know how I’m going to go around buying it3.
I wrote all that out at work two days ago and assumed I would come back and add a lot, but there isn’t too much to say. Since then I went to the park for someone’s birthday and then started getting ready for a show coming up next Sunday. I’m not that prepared for it, and I’m not very inspired, but it isn’t that big of a deal. Genevieve was also asked to read, but then when they published the flyer the girl running it decided to put her name big on the the top as one of the ‘presenters’ which seems strange. I guess she’s trying to cash in on whatever clout genevieve has around this stupid town.
Shortage in the pre-retailer supply chain.
I do think we’ve reached a more intimate relationship as a result of my emotive response to his zynlessness, as evidenced by the fact that the last time I went in there this woman was trying to buy some brand of blunt wraps they didn’t have, and when she left he looked at me and rolled his eyes as to say pshh get a load of this!
For one thing I don’t know how its pronounced. I’ve been saying ‘freh’ [fɹɛ] bc its the funnier way to say it, but I assume it’s supposed to be pronounced ‘free’ [fɹi], as in ‘free from cigarettes.’