Doctor: "Quit Smoking!"

The Blogger editor is, for the second consequetive day, not letting me use its features....

• Bike Returned
• Monday Not A Money Day

Bike Returned
Sunday, after borrowing 10 bucks from Tanya and taking the ferry across the river; intent upon washing clothes and changing into some of them; I was greeted by Ron, the Surfer.
He said "Your bike's back."
Indeed, the purple bike had been leaned against the fence at the exact spot where it had disappeared from; 15 feet from where I used to sleep.
I knew it wasn't a great bike; but was still surprised to see that the "thief" had returened it....Living On Credit

At the Unique Boutique, I took advantage of my excellent credit there (with Sam) to get a third beer loaned to me (Sam breaks legs..).
And thus fortified, went to my spot and tried to motivate myself to play.
I started off with nothing in my case, which wasn't very smart in hindsight.
I could have dug into my pack for some Mardi Gras trinkets and worthless tokens to put in the case, to attract the eye, along with my plastic piggy bank (which has already had its bottom cut open to retrieve what was $1.11 one faminous day).
I think a part of me didn't want to make any money and then drink more alcohol.
But, of course, I still found a couple strawberry Daiquiris 3/4 full and with the ice still frozen on my way to the sleeping spot.
Dealing With Anger
I slept at the spot where my pockets had been cut open, but well under the briar. I almost tore my pockets open just crawling in across my cardboard. I certainly had to remove my hat before attempting the maneuver.
Then, I pulled the purple bike into the mouth of my little cave and twisted it in ways to entangle its spokes in the brush.

A Veritable Bum Magnet

In this way, I was able to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep, but not after dealing with a lot of anger which I had in me.
I started to consider cutting way back on alcohol consumption, or at least avoiding drinks named after deadly things....
I lay there beating the crap out of people (in my imagination) whom had wronged me in the past.
I almost killed the guy who had cut my pockets open after I woke up while he was at it and surprised him with a blow to the head from a hammer which I was sleeping with (in my imagination).
I started to consider seriously cutting down upon drinking, or avoiding drinks with deadly sounding names, altogether...They can make one angry.
I had exchanged angry words with a cab driver whom I kind of cut off near Harrahs Casino, earlier that night, also...
Doctor Makes House(less) Call
I made it to the Rebuild Center this morning just in time to be placed last on the list to see the doctor who visits there thrice weekly.
The doctor looked at my throat and listened to my chest and then told me to stop smoking; but that I was otherwise fine.
New Food Card
The replacement food card had arrived in their mailbox. The extra week which I had to wait for it, while using busking money (and a whole lot of NOLA waste) to survive off of; means that I will have 8 dollars per day worth of food throughout the remainder of this month.
I was only 5 pounds lighter than my usual weight, according to the nurses scale..
Refer To Doctor Christopher?
The only way I can see me quitting smoking (and drinking, the good doctor threw in out of general principle) will be to go on the Doctor Christophers 3 Day Fast And Cleanse And Mucous Free Diet program.
This seems prudent; as I need to contemplate my upcoming trip and approach it sensibly.
I also need to give my chest and neck a chance to recover from whatever has been making me cough up slime for the past three weeks.
It would also be a confidence builder to manage to busk and make good money without feeling the need to get drunk first....