26 Dollar Second Night After Mardi Gras
An hour and a half of playing yielded the above. I wasn't going to rely upon Ben giving me any money, and just went out again to busk, as if it were just an ordinary night.
He told me this morning that he was going to get an airbnb place to spend the final 5 days of his vacation at.
It was the lack of ventilation at the apartment that's windows are painted shut, the lack of wireless internet, and the lack of a TV which he cited as his reasons. Those, along with his short span of attention, perhaps.
It appears to truly be "nothing personal," as Ben told me this morning.
I guess he is addicted to TV and to internet porn. What an unusual person.
The importance of a smartphone to him became evident after he went directly to the Boost Mobile phone store this morning and bought a new i-phone, after the phone he had malfunctioned.
He left a new coffee maker and 20 bucks in his wake.
He also forgot his frozen pizza in my fridge, and is going to come back in a little while to get it. I'm at the Uxi Duxi, where I will be until they close at 8 PM.
He is going to go to the Boost Mobile store before they close at 9 PM, because his new phone isn't set up quite right yet; read: He isn't getting any porn on it yet...
He is an unusual character.
He was very busy at the apartment, adjusting things, and moving things around. I would come home to find that fans had been redirected and lamps turned on or off or relocated. He seemed to be wanting to customize the place.
He made a strange request -that I discard a piece of baked fish that was in the refrigerator, wrapped in Saran Wrap, which might have been a few days old. He didn't want to remove it to the waste basket, where being at room temperature would cause it to start to smelling. I pointed out that it wouldn't start to smell in the refrigerator, even if it turned too bad to eat; but I'm not sure that satisfied him. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the piece of fish alone that made him decide to find another place to stay; since he has described himself as having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Those are the type of people that are an enigma, in that regard. Maybe Ben couldn't sleep, knowing that the fish was still in the refrigerator. I'm glad it's not my job to figure him out. I have the 20 dollars and the coffee maker.
He was up regularly around 7 AM, and rearing to go each morning that he stayed, perhaps driven to boredom by the lack of wireless and of television.
Admittedly, although I was willing to not charge him room and board, when he kept coming back with stories about the 11 dollars he spent on a po-boy, the 8 dollars he spent for one beer, and brandishing a baseball cap with "New Orleans," represented on it, and a coffee mug in the same vein -items for which the unwitting pay dearly for- it made me hopeful that he would indeed throw me some cash, in between poking at the screen of his brand new i-phone. Hey, it would be equally stupid to give me all your money, if that is indeed your aim...
I mentioned that to him, but kind of regret doing so. I get the feeling that if I had just welcomed him with open arms, not asking anything of him or even having money cross my mind, in my joy of seeing him after 28 years, he probably would have given me more than the 20 bucks and the coffee maker. True friends don't have to ask or be asked, and don't ever put a price on their company. It was hard to see him show up with a brand new i-phone and not think: Gee, I could live for a month on what he paid for that phone.
He is just a hard person to figure out.
He made no apparent effort to be quiet, for instance, when I was sleeping and he was making breakfast. I could tell what was on his menu just by hearing the eggs cracking violently open, the toaster being slammed into action and, oh yeah, him singing loudly along with the Guns and Roses coming through his earbuds.
He eats 3 meals a day.
A big breakfast of eggs and toast etc., a lunch of fried chicken out of some place, and then a frozen pizza or something at night for Ben, it seems. Each meal having been preceded by him announcing that he was "starving." Starving for fried chicken 5 hours after haven eaten a big breakfast. Has he been conditioned by the food industry, or what? Or, more likely, the 12 years he spent in prison has regimented him.
He gave the "pho" at The Eat Well Cafe, which is run by Vietnamese people, high marks, mentioning the amount of it that he had gotten for 8 bucks.
He also gave a thumbs up to the cheeseburger that he got from The Beachcorner bar and restaurant which sits next to the Uxi Duxi, but is miles apart from it, as far as clientele are concerned.
I went into the place with him, my first time in there. I knew they had probably looked out to see me picking their ashtray on at least one occasion; but they had also seen me sitting in front of the Uxi Duxi on my laptop a lot, so they probably didn't know what to make of me. I was trying to skew them in my favor a bit by bringing them a customer.
Ben ordered the cheeseburger and added fries and a drink, and then didn't flinch when the bartender said that it would be 15 dollars and change. It was an 8 dollar cheeseburger; they must have really raked him over the coals on the fries and drink..
So, Ben is gone, but I'll see him shortly, as the Uxi Duxi is about to close, so that I can give him his frozen pizza, and he is going to call me from the Boost Mobile store which stays open until 9 PM, as soon as they figure out his phone.
Part of the problem was that Ben had forgotten his password and couldn't remember the answers he had given to the "favorite pet" type of question they used.
How can a person change his mind about which pet had been his favorite, and then forget which one he had chosen?
An OCD, alcoholic ex-con, maybe??
An hour and a half of playing yielded the above. I wasn't going to rely upon Ben giving me any money, and just went out again to busk, as if it were just an ordinary night.
He told me this morning that he was going to get an airbnb place to spend the final 5 days of his vacation at.
It appears to truly be "nothing personal," as Ben told me this morning.
I guess he is addicted to TV and to internet porn. What an unusual person.
The importance of a smartphone to him became evident after he went directly to the Boost Mobile phone store this morning and bought a new i-phone, after the phone he had malfunctioned.
He left a new coffee maker and 20 bucks in his wake.
He also forgot his frozen pizza in my fridge, and is going to come back in a little while to get it. I'm at the Uxi Duxi, where I will be until they close at 8 PM.
He is going to go to the Boost Mobile store before they close at 9 PM, because his new phone isn't set up quite right yet; read: He isn't getting any porn on it yet...
He is an unusual character.
He was very busy at the apartment, adjusting things, and moving things around. I would come home to find that fans had been redirected and lamps turned on or off or relocated. He seemed to be wanting to customize the place.
He made a strange request -that I discard a piece of baked fish that was in the refrigerator, wrapped in Saran Wrap, which might have been a few days old. He didn't want to remove it to the waste basket, where being at room temperature would cause it to start to smelling. I pointed out that it wouldn't start to smell in the refrigerator, even if it turned too bad to eat; but I'm not sure that satisfied him. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the piece of fish alone that made him decide to find another place to stay; since he has described himself as having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Those are the type of people that are an enigma, in that regard. Maybe Ben couldn't sleep, knowing that the fish was still in the refrigerator. I'm glad it's not my job to figure him out. I have the 20 dollars and the coffee maker.
He was up regularly around 7 AM, and rearing to go each morning that he stayed, perhaps driven to boredom by the lack of wireless and of television.
Admittedly, although I was willing to not charge him room and board, when he kept coming back with stories about the 11 dollars he spent on a po-boy, the 8 dollars he spent for one beer, and brandishing a baseball cap with "New Orleans," represented on it, and a coffee mug in the same vein -items for which the unwitting pay dearly for- it made me hopeful that he would indeed throw me some cash, in between poking at the screen of his brand new i-phone. Hey, it would be equally stupid to give me all your money, if that is indeed your aim...
I mentioned that to him, but kind of regret doing so. I get the feeling that if I had just welcomed him with open arms, not asking anything of him or even having money cross my mind, in my joy of seeing him after 28 years, he probably would have given me more than the 20 bucks and the coffee maker. True friends don't have to ask or be asked, and don't ever put a price on their company. It was hard to see him show up with a brand new i-phone and not think: Gee, I could live for a month on what he paid for that phone.
He is just a hard person to figure out.
He made no apparent effort to be quiet, for instance, when I was sleeping and he was making breakfast. I could tell what was on his menu just by hearing the eggs cracking violently open, the toaster being slammed into action and, oh yeah, him singing loudly along with the Guns and Roses coming through his earbuds.
He eats 3 meals a day.
A big breakfast of eggs and toast etc., a lunch of fried chicken out of some place, and then a frozen pizza or something at night for Ben, it seems. Each meal having been preceded by him announcing that he was "starving." Starving for fried chicken 5 hours after haven eaten a big breakfast. Has he been conditioned by the food industry, or what? Or, more likely, the 12 years he spent in prison has regimented him.
He gave the "pho" at The Eat Well Cafe, which is run by Vietnamese people, high marks, mentioning the amount of it that he had gotten for 8 bucks.
He also gave a thumbs up to the cheeseburger that he got from The Beachcorner bar and restaurant which sits next to the Uxi Duxi, but is miles apart from it, as far as clientele are concerned.
I went into the place with him, my first time in there. I knew they had probably looked out to see me picking their ashtray on at least one occasion; but they had also seen me sitting in front of the Uxi Duxi on my laptop a lot, so they probably didn't know what to make of me. I was trying to skew them in my favor a bit by bringing them a customer.
Ben ordered the cheeseburger and added fries and a drink, and then didn't flinch when the bartender said that it would be 15 dollars and change. It was an 8 dollar cheeseburger; they must have really raked him over the coals on the fries and drink..
So, Ben is gone, but I'll see him shortly, as the Uxi Duxi is about to close, so that I can give him his frozen pizza, and he is going to call me from the Boost Mobile store which stays open until 9 PM, as soon as they figure out his phone.
Part of the problem was that Ben had forgotten his password and couldn't remember the answers he had given to the "favorite pet" type of question they used.
How can a person change his mind about which pet had been his favorite, and then forget which one he had chosen?
An OCD, alcoholic ex-con, maybe??
What does Ben *do* that makes him able to fly around, get air BNB's, new iPhones, etc? Maybe you should try to find out what it is he's doing to be able to fling money around like that and try it yourself?
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