One must busk on a Friday night. It is five minutes before nine right now.
18 Dollar Thursday.
I couldn't fathom how I had allowed myself to totally run out of money and just about everything else, as I rode towards the Lilly Pad, at around 11 PM, on a Thursday night that looked kind of dead. "I might not make anything at all," was a sobering thought, but it was me being realistic.
After about a half hour of playing, I had maybe one dollar.
Then arrived a couple from Berlin, Germany named Heinrich (Henry) and Anna, who at first threw me a dollar when I was playing John Lennon, and then who wound up giving me 12 of the 18 dollars that I would make in a couple hours of playing.
This was huge, because I had run out of cat food and coffee.
18 Dollar Thursday.
After about a half hour of playing, I had maybe one dollar.
Then arrived a couple from Berlin, Germany named Heinrich (Henry) and Anna, who at first threw me a dollar when I was playing John Lennon, and then who wound up giving me 12 of the 18 dollars that I would make in a couple hours of playing.
This was huge, because I had run out of cat food and coffee.
So, summer == the slow season there?
ReplyDeleteThe "kids" are going back to college here now, and Labor Day's a week or so off, so does it start to pick up now?