Philipina

I play right down the street (about as far as you can see
on the sidewalk ahead's horizon) from this historic,
famous and probably a little "overpriced" place
on Bourbon Street.

• I Get Another Ticket On Canal Street (exodus postponed 11 days)
• I run into "Sue" (Philipina) this morning, who said more than she had done the previous two times (all within the past 3 days) that I had run into her.

I hadn't seen Sue, whose name I found out was actually Philipina, after we both had to go to court together (See November 20th or so), in weeks.
But, I've seen her one time upon each of the past three days.
The first time, she walked past at a distance of about 36 feet (12 yards), and didn't turn her head towards me, as if she never saw me. My opinion on the diminutive Colombian lady, who uses an assumed name, is that she would almost have certainly had to have seen me because, in her heightened state awareness, engendered by her being an 89 pound lady, I am pretty sure she sees everything in her surroundings, at all times.
The second time I saw her was on Royal Street when she had a tired look in her eyes. We both mouthed words inaudibly at that passing, and then continued walking on. I mouthed "Hello, Philipina," which I intended as a way to remind her that I knew her real name, and that I had her figured out in general and had concluded that she is poison to me.

I never even noticed you walk by, Daniel...

I couldnt' read her lips.
This morning on Canal Street, she was there, right in front of me, wearing her red and white knit hat which always makes me think of Santa Clause.
She was facing away from me, but I was pretty sure (see above) that she knew that I was standing behind her.
She was applying a simple test. I will call it the "See if he really wants me enough to approach me and initiate a conversation" test.
Anyways, we talked; for a while. She reiterated things that she had reiterated two months ago, the last time I had talked to her. She asked me how I had been, as if she might care.
She mentioned the fact that some of my hair had been removed. I told her about the terrible knot which I had gotten, which needed to be cut out with scissors by the nuns at the Rebuild Center, in my hair.
I felt like she was, by focusing upon a physical thing such as my hair; perhaps trying to steer the ball into her own court, so to speak, and use the power of flirting, perhaps.
I will again say that, I think Philipina was an amazingly beautiful young girl once, and is now a pretty hot 50 year old, (assuming those terms arent' mutually exclusive). I imagined that if I commented upon one of her physical aspects (like her hair) it would be taken as an expression of interest in her physically.
I had decided a while back that Sue, I mean Philipina is poison to me, in a relationship. And I mean "poison" in, you know, a good way. I just looked at the results that I was getting in my life, when I was trying to include Sue, I mean Philipina, in my life and I concluded that it wasn't worth it. 
I ran into Sue, I mean Philipina today for the third time in three days, and that probably means that she had planned it to be so. I find a woman who can orchestrate things that fluently very attractive in general, but I will have to make an exception when it comes to Sue, I mean Philipina, because I think she is "poison," to me.
She seemed even shorter than usual, maybe because of the way we were standing on the sidewalk.
Another Ticket
I got another ticket on Canal Street, from the same officer as before, but on the opposite side of the street, last night.
Things are slow now that all the big football games are over, and I guess the cops are trawling for some of the scraps which fell to the bottom of the sea, after the feeding frenzy of the nationally televised football games, had subsided.
The cop gave me the thing, acting like he didn't recognize me from the last ticket, (which was dismissed) and saying the same thing as before; as if by rote.
I have a court date just about 10 days from now, January 23rd, as a matter of fact.
I think I will tell them the truth, that I was planning upon leaving the very next day, since the big football games were over, and that I had just sat down to play there, because I had drunk so much Samuel Adams Noble Pils, that I was just ready to jam.
Fine With Me


This is how you recoup losses!

 I will ask them to fine me 100 bucks. I'll tell the guy (the DA) that if I ever think that I want to come back to New Orleans, then I will mail the money ahead of me.
If I ever come back to New Orleans, I will mainly have to worry about the orangutan ordinances, but not so much with safeguarding my cash.
So, I might just stick around until the 23rd, and try to dispose of this second ticket, hoping that the DA will take me at me word. I did tell him, the last time, that I wanted to stay here through the BCS national championship game, (which I will always remember for the botched punt in the second quarter and the college girl that I made out with on the sidewalk during the first quarter) and then would leave. This egregious offense took place two nights after the game. I will ask for the fine, in return for pleading guilty. They will respect the amount of 100 dollars and everything that it stands for, to us all, and they will dare me to leave New Orleans and then come up with a means of buying safe passage back, somehow.
There might even be a line on me at the casino. 5:2 say's we ain't never gonna see the skinny guitar guy with the pony tail again...
So, that is where it stands on this Thursday night.

I should have been grilling fish here yesterday...

The Anti-Moth
Howard is now sleeping next to me at the sign spot. The library, along with putting up "no loitering" signs, added many more lumen of light to the porch at night. Those who still sleeping there, are lit up light jewels in a glass case (without the beauty and the value, maybe). I walked by and had to laugh out loud. I was getting a really good look at those murky shadow figures that I had been sleeping by for a couple weeks. They looked pathetic. Howard doesn't like a lot of light when he sleeps. He is the anti-moth, I guess.
Sue, I mean Philipina asked me where I have been "staying." I guess staying means "sleeping," and I am not even going to go there. I told her where I had been sleeping.
The money has been going "backwards," the past couple days, meaning I am waking up with less each consequetive morning. The matter of staying here another 11 days is a thorn in my side, but, it may give me time to plan the coming trip more throughly.