No Need To Panic

• Another Day, Another (7) Dollar(s)
• Another Attempt to Cross That Bridge
• What A Difference A Year Makes (Year Ago Today Feature)

• Off Working On Flashback Friday Installment

And so it came to pass that,
after I left this library, at 7:30 p.m. last (Monday) night, I walked over to the convenience store, where they let me (and even encourage me to) play.
I have found that they are equally accomodating to others, such as a guy who sets up a table and sells CDs and DVD movies. He was there in the evening, the times that I have seen him.
He had no problem with me setting up a few feet away from him, both of us agreeing that we might complement each other and multiply the "artsy" effect that the sidewalk was exuding.
The resident panhandler, a skinny older black man with a frizzy beard, was a little out of sorts on those two evenings, apparently not sure weather to drift over to the next convenience store, remain there, or to try to panhandle off of the profits of myself and the movie seller guy.
Last night, as I walked up there was a red PT Cruiser parked with its back hatch open, displaying shelves of discs, containing music and movies. A couple of young black guys were there, along with a little girl who had just turned 7 years old, and was wearing a "birthday" pin on her shirt to prove it.
Rap music was playing on the cars stereo.
One of them said, "We're in your spot, eh?" but added that it would be alright with them, if I were to do my thing a little further down the sidewalk.
It being a rather slow night, I opted to just get a couple of beers, and get to sleep early, planning upon coming out this morning for an hour or two.
I slept pretty well, after putting on all of my available clean clothes in layers. It wasn't as cold last night as the previous one.

With Special Guest Daniel, Out In The Parking Lot

I had spent myself down to a dollar and change again, after caving in to my desires for the couple beers and a pack of cigarettes.
This morning, I played from 9:30 to 10:30 and made about 6 dollars.
I seem to hit a wall, often, at the amount of money that a set of strings costs. I don't know if it is self imposed (I certainly could have set the 7 bucks aside and then continued playing for beer and cigarette money...but then I wouldn't have time for this fine blog post, and the printing out of a map showing where the music stores are on the other side of the river; and maybe even pulling up tour schedules for bands like Widespread Panic, or Ratdog -bands whose concerts I have played outside of before, in the parking lot, and made almost 100 bucks, in short order- it would be nice to be able to follow a music tour as I travel west, maybe even getting rides from people doing likewise)
One Year Ago Today
Thrown For A Loop, Eh?
On this day last year, I had just been thrown in the Mobile Metro Jail, where I would spend about 36 days, before having charges dismissed, for having 3 (of the almost 500) photos on my cellphone of a nude beach which had children (OMG!..) playing in the background, or eating watermelon, and one photo (which I had deleted, but) which was "undeleted" by the FBI, using their special "forensic evidence extractor" software, and which turned out to be from a website that had been shut down after it was discovered that "Little Lupe," as that was the models name, was less than 18 when she posed for the particular pictures, which were used to advertise that website. (So, anyone who unwittingly did business with that site, taking the "all models are 18 or over" disclaimer at face value; became culpable for posession of child pornography, -though they like to use the words "kiddie porn" because it makes you sound worse, especially to the other inmates- and is subject to arrest and imprisonment for two (2) years for one (1) image, according to federal guidelines. ...come on, this is the United States of America, that can't happen to a citizen...maybe in Arabia....
And it won't help you to just delete the thing, because the pixels can still be found on your hard drive by a determined Federal employee; you need to burn the thing, crush it, or crush it and then burn the fragments.
Or just pay a lot of money for a private attorney; problem solved...