Daniel finally had a decent night,
doing what he does best, which is improvising a Grateful Dead song for a well off tourist in a tye-dyed shirt, and his parents, who were impatient at first, but who wound up enjoying the song.
They threw about 35 bucks in his case, giving him about 45 for the night and proving that there are people that can spend 35 bucks without flinching, and that Daniel has "fallen" far enough so as to view the same 35 bucks as some sort of "windfall."
Presently, he is off to the Goodwill, to purchase a second set of pants, so he will not be wearing the same one's two nights in a row...
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