Gold Dust Woman was the song that I pulled out of my ass this morning.
I made 2 dollars last night. I think the last time I made 2 dollars was my first night in New Orleans, before I realized that I shouldn't listen to people who told me where I should play.
This is postponing the trip to Jacksonville for one more day.
It is now evening, and I go to the same spot to try to do better.
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