Time To Get On The Road

I Seem To Be Reaching For Something Higher, Lately...

Sunday Morning,
Found me waking up with $41.99 on me, at the railroad track spot, where I had slept well into the morning, while other less fortunate homeless had already evacuated their spots at sunup and were probably in Cooper's Park, finishing off their "night's sleep."
Friday night, according to my estimates, I made about 30 bucks.
Saturday night, about 35 bucks.
And, last (Sunday) night, about 20 bucks.
I had been hoping to make around 200 bucks over the three day festival, but, am proud of myself for having disciplined myself to play about 8 hours, altogether, and am happy that about 80 people thought my music (or my sign) worthy of a dollar tip, for that is the amount preferred by about 90 percent of The People, in this graceless,. depressed age....
Decision Time
Transportation
Do I buy a tire and tube for the bike, fix it and ride it into New Orleans, (saving $1.35 instantly on bus fare) giving me a means of escape from the French Quarter at the end of each night, when I have to carry all my tip money past the hustlers and the losers; who are all on foot; to a sleeping spot?
I need a larger backpack, like an army duffel bag, but, without the bike, it would only slow me down and make more work for me. The bike should come before the duffel bag, that way I could leave a lot of possessions at a secret, covert and yet-to-be-discovered spot, and ride into the city with just the bare essentials on my back.
A Higher Class Of Homeless Person

I am tempted to parlay what money I have left from Bayfest and whatever I might get for my upcoming Birthday, and go for the juggler, by getting a "Micro Cube" battery powered amplifier, doubling my volume and, likely, my income. I would, of course need a microphone, or at least an electronic pickup for the guitar, to go with it. The whole rig could run about 120 bucks. I have heard countless musicians confer that the louder you are, the more money you make; in New Orleans, or in New Zealand. It's got something to do with human nature, perhaps.
This would be the most highly speculative venture. If carrying a duffel bag around is an encumbrance, then, an amplifier would be in the same category, with the added disadvantage of looking more valuable than a duffel bag. Probably not a good idea to limp past the hustlers and the losers, carrying a nice new Micro Cube amp.
It would be wisest to get the bike on the road, and then fashion some kind of basket type thing, rigged to the bike somehow, which I could use to carry an amplifier, and a microphone, and a microphone stand...as well as all the extra money that I will make by moving one notch up the totem pole, into the "amplified" business.

I listened to Jimmy Cliff when I was 11 years old...

So, It seems that I will leave this library, here in Mobile, and go to the Wal-Mart, where I will purchase the nice "Kevlar" tire, along with a tube, for the bike, and then will hopefully gain a means of transportation, thus making myself a "higher" class of homeless person.
Then I might stay around for the open mic night at Fat Tuesday's, which is a predominantly black club where my songs have been well received before. They are having a Reggae Night, and it was suggested to me that I learn a reggae song.