I almost chickened out and didn't go out to busk, even though doing so would have me waking up with nothing.*
As I sat in my apartment, which was loaded to the gills with food that I had gotten for cheap at The Salvage Store Discount Grocery, and had a bathtub and a bed and a door that could lock skeezers out, it was cigarettes and kratom that I worried about not having the most, as I went out in weather not fit for man or beast.
A "shout out" to The Salvage Store Discount Grocery in Harahan, Louisiana.
Last night, after having gone out and played for about and hour and a half and made five dollars, I bought Harold a can of food, and then made a bee-line for the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch Shreds that I had gotten for $1.99 earlier that day.
Proving that the things you want the most are the things you need the least, it was not really juicing the cucumbers and the apples and the carrots that was on my mind as I pedaled into a stiff breeze that threatened the rip the very hat from my head, it was the Cinnamon Toast Crunch Shreds.
The box weighed an incredible 23.3 ounces, while being not much larger than the average box of cereal, which was what attracted me to it in the discount store in the first place. "Is this cereal made out of bricks?" I had asked Jacob.
I had gotten a couple pairs of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, at 29 cents each ($1.19 plus tax at Walgreen's) while on the subject of sugar...
Mine were not the "blasted" variety, which are being discontinued, according to this tweet:
As I sit here now, it is a Thursday night and only around 7:30 PM.
I have gotten back on the schedule of waking up right around 1:30 PM, when the sun is directly overhead, here where we sit in the CST time zone.
This has lead to me being in a position to go out to busk at my old time of around 9:30 PM the past few nights.
This dates back to when I had no bike and would aim to get on the 9:12 PM street car each night -and I do mean seven days a week.
If I don't busk tonight, I will have nothing* when I wake up in the morning, once again.
3 hours out of a 24 hour day is not a lot to ask of oneself, especially when his livelihood is at stake..
If I get there an hour earlier than I did last night, I feel confident of making at least ten bucks before midnight comes. My last decent night of $169 came, I believe, on a Thursday night.
If I were to play the game of "What if?" right now -something which I usually do every night on my way out to busk, I would pick the amount of 22 dollars.
The way that game is played, an imaginary Monty Hall appears at the corner of Rendon and Canal Street and holds out the particular amount of cash and say's, in his best "Let's Make A Deal" voice:
"You can take this (x) dollars and then turn around and go back inside, or you can decline the cash and proceed to your playing spot!"
I would take 23 bucks and go back inside...Monty.
My strings have been hanging on miraculously. One of them is due to break, and so the race is on to make enough for a set of strings before that happens. I'm prepared to do a string repair in the field, in the meantime.
The Dylan lyric sums it up quite nicely.Well, the road's washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Yeah the road's washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least -Bob Dylan, from his song: "Lonesome Blues."
As I sat in my apartment, which was loaded to the gills with food that I had gotten for cheap at The Salvage Store Discount Grocery, and had a bathtub and a bed and a door that could lock skeezers out, it was cigarettes and kratom that I worried about not having the most, as I went out in weather not fit for man or beast.
Last night, after having gone out and played for about and hour and a half and made five dollars, I bought Harold a can of food, and then made a bee-line for the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch Shreds that I had gotten for $1.99 earlier that day.
Proving that the things you want the most are the things you need the least, it was not really juicing the cucumbers and the apples and the carrots that was on my mind as I pedaled into a stiff breeze that threatened the rip the very hat from my head, it was the Cinnamon Toast Crunch Shreds.
I had gotten a couple pairs of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, at 29 cents each ($1.19 plus tax at Walgreen's) while on the subject of sugar...
Mine were not the "blasted" variety, which are being discontinued, according to this tweet:
I have gotten back on the schedule of waking up right around 1:30 PM, when the sun is directly overhead, here where we sit in the CST time zone.
This has lead to me being in a position to go out to busk at my old time of around 9:30 PM the past few nights.
This dates back to when I had no bike and would aim to get on the 9:12 PM street car each night -and I do mean seven days a week.
If I don't busk tonight, I will have nothing* when I wake up in the morning, once again.
3 hours out of a 24 hour day is not a lot to ask of oneself, especially when his livelihood is at stake..
If I get there an hour earlier than I did last night, I feel confident of making at least ten bucks before midnight comes. My last decent night of $169 came, I believe, on a Thursday night.
If I were to play the game of "What if?" right now -something which I usually do every night on my way out to busk, I would pick the amount of 22 dollars.
The way that game is played, an imaginary Monty Hall appears at the corner of Rendon and Canal Street and holds out the particular amount of cash and say's, in his best "Let's Make A Deal" voice:
"You can take this (x) dollars and then turn around and go back inside, or you can decline the cash and proceed to your playing spot!"
I would take 23 bucks and go back inside...Monty.
My strings have been hanging on miraculously. One of them is due to break, and so the race is on to make enough for a set of strings before that happens. I'm prepared to do a string repair in the field, in the meantime.
I could probably hit New Orleans in a few years with enough saved to pay rent for a year and basically live on, and build up a business again buying shit and selling it on Ebay. But frankly the crime rate in New Orleans is really off-putting.-Alex in CaliforniaI could see a way that the Salvage Store could be used as a way to sell stuff on e-Bay for a profit. Certain items, like olive oil that is really expensive because it comes from perhaps a small supplier somewhere in Italy who grows his own olives is something that would keep for a long time and be listed at perhaps 25 percent off the retail price, after having bought it for 75 percent off.
Nahhhhh....the Salvage Store is not where to get resale stuff. I've never re-sold food although apparently some do.
ReplyDeleteI'd be more about garage sales, thrift stores, stuff like that. But as mentioned the crime rate there is enough to keep me away.