This is where I am blogging from, there's electricity.

I got up this morning, at the Episcopal Church spot, I was woken up by Howard, who had already had his morning coffee. He did not have his morning paper as, that is free at the library, which was to open in a mere hour or so. I continued to be broke and to not mind it, because it was keeping me sober. I am now blogging from Cathedral Park, using the Spot Of Tea connection. Spot Of Tea's manager asked me once if I wanted to play on their balcony. I was busking on the street at the time and kind of keeping an ear on whomever was playing on their balcony after that. The people on the balcony were not getting a lot of tips, but, in hindsight, I should have done it. The whole idea was for the person to draw people into the place and, if the manager lady, after hearing me play on the street, thought that I would draw the 'right" kind of people into Spot Of Tea, then I probably should have taken her up on the offer; despite the 50 bucks a night I was making on the street. I'm sure they would have "hooked me up" in some equivalent way. Just the thought of having an amplifier and being perched on a balcony where I could have done anything that popped into my head (and WOULD have drawn people in) is something that I shouldn't have passed up...now I'm sitting in the park using their wireless connection...

I guess I made about 40 bucks today. I started out on Royal Street and quickly ran into Ben the ambulance driver and his partner who was named something like Kailee, they said that they had thought that I might be dead because they had not seen me post on this blog for so long (of course they are prejudiced, being paramedics and seeing death so much in their travels) I played at the spot on Royal and made a quick 9 bucks, and it was hot and I was sweating. It was the way in which the tips came; people walking past as if to say I ain't throwing my good money to a guy just because he is playing a guitar; and then them turning back and throwing me something because they could hear the fact that I had been locked up for 45 days unrighteously in my music... 

I wound up crashing again by the railroad tracks, woke up in time to come back out and play, whereupon I was encountered by "The Guy Who Asks You How Much Money You Want." Up he walked, out of nowhere (because the come from nowhere) and said "Hey, dude. How much you need?" He had his wallet out and was basically asking me how much I needed to "survive" the night (by getting a motel room, something to eat and laundry done, I imagine) Well, I'm not good at exaggerating my needs and I couldn't bring myself to say that I needed a new guitar that would cost at least $150; so I stammered and the guy gave me about 30 bucks. That made up for sleeping by the tracks and coming out with fingers that were still tender from the time I spent in jail and that is where I am at. I am in Cathedral Park doing his blog with about 40 bucks, but with one more day left in the festival; a day I plan upon taking advantage of....