- Wednesday Night Second Consecutive 5 Dollar One
- Laptop Has Been Here 4 Days
- Harold The Cat Comes Home Injured
- Water Fast To Coincide With Carnival
I took last (Thursday) night off from busking, after having come in after the 5 dollar Wednesday night and stayed up all day.
I have to realize that defraying the cost of the cigarettes and newspaper and Reese's dark chocolate cups that I bought is much better than posting a goose egg.
I read the newspaper and flipped on my TV and wound up watching back to back to back episodes of one of those crime shows. This one was based upon the theme of wealthy people pretty much getting away with murder, called something like Wealth, Privilege and Justice.
One episode was about a billionaire heiress who was so arrogant after murdering her husband that she didn't seem to worry much about covering up the crime, and at one point, told the police to get out of her mansion, which they obsequiously did, while the body lay there, losing its usefulness as evidence of the time of death, with each passing hour.
They finally came back with a warrant and discovered things like a tissue that had the woman's mucous on it, along with gunpowder residue. Apparently, she had shed a few tears and blown her nose, after blowing his brains out (good for her, shows that she has a good heart), Then they found the gun in the front yard, with fibers from the same tissue and her mucous on it. She had apparently thrown it there to get rid of the evidence.
She hired the same attorney who had defended the Gambino mafia guy, who postulated some theory like, the killer could have shot the guy with the pistol that he somehow knew was in his nightstand and then wiped her nose while she slept, before wiping his prints off the weapon and flinging it.
The evidence was so ridiculously damning that, even in that town where she was worshiped for her wealth, the jury found her guilty, but of manslaughter, not murder. She was sentenced to 60 days in the county jail (minus 3 for good behavior) and spent that time on the 4th floor of the facility, which had been cleared of other inmates, citing a security risk to her, so she could have it all to herself; a suite of jail cells.
The gist of the show being: "What do you think I (a "regular-person" viewer) would have gotten if I shot my husband and got caught?"
I could picture her running into one of the correctional officers (on her way to a polo match somewhere) once her 57 days were up, and giving him a nod and a smile ...You're the nice guard that brought me a fluffy pillow and ice cream every night .. type of thing.
Harold Battle Scarred
Harold the cat had disappeared for a couple days and came back meowing desperately, kind of skinny looking, and with scratch marks on his head and around his left ear and blood caked inside that same ear.
Laptop Has Been Sitting Here 4 Days
I saw a laptop sized box sitting behind the security desk up front on my way here to the computer room. "Yeah, I've been trying to call you since Monday," said the lady behind the desk.
So, the laptop is here, and has been for 4 days.
This Blog To Benefit
Maybe this blog will become more interesting, now that I can work on it away from these slow computers and these mentally ill fellow residents in the computer room.
One of them was ready to physically attack me because the computer he was on wasn't acting right, and he was sure that it was because I was sitting on the one I was on, messing it up. "I'm about to do him something!" said the young African American, to another one in the room, in the way that blacks seem to have to vocalize their intentions before doing anything; as if they want to hear how the idea sounds out loud first, or are running it by the others looking for guidance.
Of course I was using the hacking skills that every white guy who wears glasses possesses to befuddle him and frustrate his efforts. I have to keep him "down," right?!?
All I could do was shake my head and mumble: "Really?" to myself. I finally just went back to my room and finished watching "The Birth Of A Nation," which I had paused.
This really is a time for a fast and cleanse. The writing is on the wall.
While the tourists are gorging themselves on all things carnival, I can use sobriety to give me more leverage in maximizing my gains throughout the next 3 weeks.
Kind of like the way the Muslim guy in the convenience store who doesn't smoke, drink, gamble or look at pornography, is able to be purposed and clear-headed, free of attachment and ready to make a killing off of the weak infidels who do. I profit off of your self-destruction, type of thing.