I replace micro sd card
After the 35 dollar Friday, I made another 30 bucks on Saturday night, and then got another chip for my phone on Sunday.
I still need the adapter to plug it into these computers, which will be another 12 bucks.
The Superdome
Sunday, I got to the Superdome, carrying a milk crate, at about 3 p.m. when the game was nearly over and people were streaming out of the place.
I found a spot and sat for about a half hour wailing on the harmonica and playing the guitar; and made about 15 bucks.
Monday, I woke up with the same amount of about 25 bucks as I had the previous day.
It was a day to relax and try not to spend money, but I still bought razors, a lottery ticket, a single guitar string, amongst the other daily expenditures of living high off of the hog...
Music
I am thinking of calling Dorise to ask if she has a camcorder or something that I could use to begin the process of recording music which will eventually be burned onto a CD.
Angry Skeezer
This (Tuesday) morning, I woke up after sleeping about 7 hours.
Little did I know that it would be The Day of the Skeezer.
I bagged up my trash, which consisted of three empty sushi containers, one empty turkey and cheese sub container, two empty chicken salad on a bun containers, and one empty garden salad container, and one empty can of hard apple cider (I had chowed down at 1 o' clock that morning, then done 40 push ups and gone to sleep).
After throwing the trash away, I walked to the corner of Canal Street and Basin Street.
Then, I saw, across the street; a skeezer.
He had a huge backpack on his back.
He spotted me and began to skulk towards me.
"How are you, today?" he asked.
"I'm doing great; nobody is panhandling me; no one is asking me for anything; it's been a good day!," I said, trying to head him off at the pass.
He paused for a half second and then asked: "Is there any way that I could get a dollar from you; please?"
He then continued: "Yesterday, I blessed 16 (different) homeless people with a dollar..."
I just turned away from him, thinking ...your problem, then, is that you gave all your money away; how is that my problem?
"And, you can't give me one f@#$ dollar?!?" he yelled at my back, before he stalked across Canal Street, still mumbling something and as if looking for something to kick.
What Do You Want From Me?
I headed towards the Rebuild Center, to take a shower and wash some clothes out.
Two random people whom I passed asked me for cigarettes.
I left there and went to the Shell Station on Tulane Street, where a guy, who had "just got out of the hospital" (and had bandages to prove it) asked me if he could use my phone.
My phones battery was dead, but I told him that we could plug it in at the library, which was my next destination.
"Oh, thanks, you're a life saver," he said, as we began to walk towards the library.
We hadn't gotten 100 yards down the street, when he turned to me and asked: "What are you doing out here, bumming like me?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off with "Give me a cigarette!"
I changed my direction away from him and picked up my pace.
Then, it continued at the library.
"I don't give away cigarettes," I said to an older black man of slight build.
"Well, then, let me get the second half of that one," he said, referring to the one in my mouth, and then punctuated it with "God damn!" ...as if he just couldn't believe these people who don't give things for free...
After the 35 dollar Friday, I made another 30 bucks on Saturday night, and then got another chip for my phone on Sunday.
I still need the adapter to plug it into these computers, which will be another 12 bucks.
The Superdome
Sunday, I got to the Superdome, carrying a milk crate, at about 3 p.m. when the game was nearly over and people were streaming out of the place.
I found a spot and sat for about a half hour wailing on the harmonica and playing the guitar; and made about 15 bucks.
Monday, I woke up with the same amount of about 25 bucks as I had the previous day.
It was a day to relax and try not to spend money, but I still bought razors, a lottery ticket, a single guitar string, amongst the other daily expenditures of living high off of the hog...
Music
I am thinking of calling Dorise to ask if she has a camcorder or something that I could use to begin the process of recording music which will eventually be burned onto a CD.
Angry Skeezer
This (Tuesday) morning, I woke up after sleeping about 7 hours.
Little did I know that it would be The Day of the Skeezer.
I bagged up my trash, which consisted of three empty sushi containers, one empty turkey and cheese sub container, two empty chicken salad on a bun containers, and one empty garden salad container, and one empty can of hard apple cider (I had chowed down at 1 o' clock that morning, then done 40 push ups and gone to sleep).
After throwing the trash away, I walked to the corner of Canal Street and Basin Street.
Then, I saw, across the street; a skeezer.
He had a huge backpack on his back.
He spotted me and began to skulk towards me.
"How are you, today?" he asked.
"I'm doing great; nobody is panhandling me; no one is asking me for anything; it's been a good day!," I said, trying to head him off at the pass.
He paused for a half second and then asked: "Is there any way that I could get a dollar from you; please?"
He then continued: "Yesterday, I blessed 16 (different) homeless people with a dollar..."
I just turned away from him, thinking ...your problem, then, is that you gave all your money away; how is that my problem?
"And, you can't give me one f@#$ dollar?!?" he yelled at my back, before he stalked across Canal Street, still mumbling something and as if looking for something to kick.
What Do You Want From Me?
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Two random people whom I passed asked me for cigarettes.
I left there and went to the Shell Station on Tulane Street, where a guy, who had "just got out of the hospital" (and had bandages to prove it) asked me if he could use my phone.
My phones battery was dead, but I told him that we could plug it in at the library, which was my next destination.
"Oh, thanks, you're a life saver," he said, as we began to walk towards the library.
We hadn't gotten 100 yards down the street, when he turned to me and asked: "What are you doing out here, bumming like me?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off with "Give me a cigarette!"
I changed my direction away from him and picked up my pace.
Then, it continued at the library.
"I don't give away cigarettes," I said to an older black man of slight build.
"Well, then, let me get the second half of that one," he said, referring to the one in my mouth, and then punctuated it with "God damn!" ...as if he just couldn't believe these people who don't give things for free...
Look up something called "Cigarette Loads" they're little pieces of nitrated wood that you can stick into a cigarette, then when a skeezer asks you for a cig, you hand 'em that one. They take a puff or two then BANG!! Great fun. I fantasize about buying some of those and a pack of cigs, carrying the cigs where they can be seen like in my shirt pocket, and walking down Pacific Avenue in Santa Cruz, skeezer country. Each cigarette loaded, of course (I don't smoke the damn things). I'd probably get my ass kicked but it'd be hilarious.
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say, being in San Jose and the Greater Depression being on, there are tons of skeezers around here. I try to make sure I *don't* look like a skeezer. In fact I try to look like I'm either some office tool (so that I'd have a job and be someone the cops would care about) or someone who's doing some sort of security work - low-ranking, but I'd have a reason to be around this industrial area even after work hours. And I avoid the local skeezers. I actually take care to not be where they are. Where I am, to get onto the internet, is at the local casino, which is fine as long as you don't mind hanging out with 1000 Asian gambling addicts. I find as long as I'm clean-shaven, I'm pretty much invisible here. Show up with a bristly chin, and I get a bit of the hairy eyeball.