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| I am off, working on a ghost story, to hopefully be ready for Friday |
- Move Delayed Another Day
- Cash Reserve Takes Hit
my "wares" on Bourbon Street.
The nice gentleman in the condo behind me asked me if I would stop playing at 10:30 p.m. because he had a guest who would be trying to sleep at that time; someone who isn't used to being lulled to slumberland by a blues harmonica player, I assume.
I was able to make some money, but not enough to stem the flow of outgoing funds.
I finished the day about 15 bucks poorer than I had started it, with more-expensive-than-usual beer being one of the culprits, and then things like the silly, frivolous purchase of a lottery ticket an example of another...shouldn't drinking better beer help me make "better" decisions?
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| Howard, taking every opportunity to inform the ladies of his marital status... |
It almost seems prudent to stay through one more weekend, to tie up some loose ends (like how is Howard going to tote his blankets and quilt; under his arm, all the way to Texas?!?).
I need to talk to Howard, to see if he is actually dragging his feet (figuratively, I mean -he has literally been dragging them a little since I met him) over the pending move. Part of the problem is that we only speak for a few minutes each morning before we launch into our individual routines.
It being Monday, I resolved to avoid Decatur Street entirely, except to walk its length looking for a certain Rastafarian guy, or to run into the punk with the dog of a girlfriend and the dog (as an aid to helping me get "off the fence" and end the procrastination over leaving here, hitting the guy in the face with pepper spray then not hanging around to give him a chance to retaliate, might be "motivational" -and the police consider the spray to be a "defensive" weapon, and assume the sprayee to have been the aggressor, I am told -plus, it will help flush out his mucous membranes.
But...what if the punk and his girlfriend are leaving here soon, to move out to the Bay Area of California, after a brief sojourn in San Antonio, Texas?!? *twilight theme plays*)
The police do NOT consider pepper spray to be a defensive weapon if used on the offense! And it probably carries the same weight in the eyes of the law as going up and punching someone in the face, actually, it may be worse, the equivalent of hitting someone with a weapon, such as a stick or rock etc.
ReplyDeleteMy 2c is, Howard's fairly happy where he is, he gets along OK, has his check coming in, no one beats him up, and for all you know he has family, roots, etc in the place. Taking him out of NOLA may well be an act of cruelty, like taking an animal out of its habitat. I can well imagine you two getting halfway to California and then Howard demanding to go back! Sure, he's sort of teamed-up with you, but he'll find someone else to team up with, just like he was teamed up with someone else before you.
My advice is, just take off. Leave a letter or $ or something in Howard's bedroll secretly if you want, saying Goodbye. Just start out like you start your daily routine, walk over to the onramp or whatever and get that thumb out.
DO NOT go looking for those damned punks. If you tangle with them, well, just imagine them a big fish hook that will keep you hooked there.