Behaving For Dummies

• World: Behaving Possibly Keeps Me Out Of Trouble
• Health: Howards Blood pressure



Howard has had to interrupt his routine
the past couple mornings to go check
upon the arrival of his high blood pressure medication.
Frankly, it is stressing him out and sending
his pressure "through the roof"
(something rarely seen in homeless men).

• Books: Story To Be Serial?
• Money: 30 dollar night

Avoiding Decatur Street
I went straight to the Bourbon Street spot last night, even earlier than the (Wednesday) night before. It was not only still daylight; the sun was out!!
It was probably a little too early for a lot of tourists to have already loosened their wallets with food and drink, and it kind of showed the first hour -a lot of reserved smiles; a little bit of cash.
I went to Sidney's to spend one of the few dollars that I had made, then returned not once, but three more times, in between breaks* finally knocking off at the well behaved hour of 10 p.m. (there is supposedly another curfew on Bourbon Street, the spirit of which is "You can play there from 6 p.m. until 10 p.m. every night and 'they can't say anything to you about it [assuming your performance is legal]'"
After 10, they can say something...
*I schedule regular breaks now, like 10 minutes every hour, weather I need to use the restroom or not. It seems to have helped me to establish some kind of "order" and keeps me fresh.
I made about 25 bucks for the night, all in ones, plus a lot of change, which I gladly put into my Crown Royal bag.

I just about broke even for the night, though, with the just-arrived-at-Sidney's, Bigfoot Barley Style Ale being almost solely responsible. I blame the brewers and Sidney's and even the girl that rang them up for me, for my demise.
Bag Replaces Railroad Spike
The Crown Royal bag probably weighs about 3 pounds now and has replaced the railroad spike as my "right hand" weapon of choice (left hand, pepper spray). The railroad spike has the bevelled head which could fracture bones; and the pointed end is just a little too medieval for my tastes, and it is quite rusted.
The Crown Royal bag is more humane, as I can put the appropriate amount of coins in it, for whomever I am striking in the head, adjusting the blow to be commensurate with whatever offense they have committed against me.
Karma Better On Bourbon

As part of the privilege that I've enjoyed in the residential end of the street where I play, I'm pretty sure that the nice gentleman in the condo passed instructions to the officer whom I encountered at 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning that went something like. "I don't want him arrested, or given a ticket; just politely asked to move on...could you do that for me?" Imagine wielding that kind of power!
Of course, the officer, having been instructed not to bite; still could not be restrained from barking "Do you want to go to jail!?!" a few times, but that has probably all been related in last Sundays fine post...

Your hair is so shiny, like plastic...your lips are so...
shiny, like plastic...I bet you're shiny all over!

It Could Have Been Me
On that third trip to Sidney's, which is on the street that I was avoiding, I came around a corner and was presented with the sight of four men being issued citations by an officer whom I recognized from him having gotten me twice before.
He might have been playing the "after 8 p.m." angle on them (a curfew that some say only pertains to one side of Decatur -the side the four gentlemen were on- others that it only effects certain stretches of that one side, and there are those that say the curfew is a bunch of malarkey and "There ain't no such law.") or the "obstruction of a public passageway" (but that's a lot to write four times) or the "sitting down" offense (intoxicated tourists might trip over you and injure themselves) the four didn't know at that point; the officer was sitting in his car, citing away...his bald dome made aglow, like the top of The Kremlin, by his "dome" light. It could have been me...
Howards Meds
Howard should have his high blood pressure medicine today. I hope it doesn't make him listless, disoriented, having stomach cramps, vertigo, fatigue, dry tongue, sleeplessness or in some cases dead. That would suck...
Story To Be Serialised?
I will be off working on a story which just gets longer and longer. There is actually something like a 10 megabyte limit to each post on Blogger, here.
I think 10 megabytes could store the entire Encyclopedia Britannica, plus a recording of Frank Sinatra, but, nevertheless, I am thinking of publishing the story in parts; sure am.
I just need to contrive ways to leave my readers hanging each Friday...