I didn't get to the Lilly Pad until after 1 AM; after the ball had fallen in Times Square, and after I had sat in my apartment for almost an hour, feeling as reluctant to go out and busk as I have perhaps in my life.
I'm not sure what the issue was, but it most certainly was enveloped by the paranoia that I had gotten from smoking some of Bobby's weed in his apartment.
He was "totally out" of it, but was able to pass me a joint for a couple hits of what I knew was ill advised smoke.
I was worried that the timer would begin ticking on the 80 minute window of opportunity to play buzzed that seems to open after I smoke while tuning at the Lilly Pad.
Bobby had remarked: "It's almost 11, you'd better get going."
The flat tire on the bike meant that I had to wait for a trolley and then would have to walk the nine blocks to the Lilly Pad after getting off.
This shouldn't have been a big deal but was magnified by the the heightened sense of paranoia, as I sat on my couch thinking of excuses not to go out.
But, after about 80 minutes, go figure, I kind of snapped out of a daze and, with determination, thought: It's New Year's Eve and the Quarter will be packed with people; I need to go play.
Which I did, and made 58 bucks by the time 4 AM rolled around. $21.70/hr. on a night when I had frittered away an hour trying to overcome a paranoia about going out at midnight in New Orleans, when I had a perfectly safe apartment with plenty of kratom and cigarettes there.
But, I was able to bring Harold the cat home 2 cans of cat food, so it ended well.
He was "totally out" of it, but was able to pass me a joint for a couple hits of what I knew was ill advised smoke.
I was worried that the timer would begin ticking on the 80 minute window of opportunity to play buzzed that seems to open after I smoke while tuning at the Lilly Pad.
Bobby had remarked: "It's almost 11, you'd better get going."
The flat tire on the bike meant that I had to wait for a trolley and then would have to walk the nine blocks to the Lilly Pad after getting off.
This shouldn't have been a big deal but was magnified by the the heightened sense of paranoia, as I sat on my couch thinking of excuses not to go out.
But, after about 80 minutes, go figure, I kind of snapped out of a daze and, with determination, thought: It's New Year's Eve and the Quarter will be packed with people; I need to go play.
Which I did, and made 58 bucks by the time 4 AM rolled around. $21.70/hr. on a night when I had frittered away an hour trying to overcome a paranoia about going out at midnight in New Orleans, when I had a perfectly safe apartment with plenty of kratom and cigarettes there.
But, I was able to bring Harold the cat home 2 cans of cat food, so it ended well.
$58 a day's better than most people in the US do.
ReplyDeleteIt's more than I make, for instance.
I know you're not averaging this a day, but you can see how Tanya might be supporting a bunch of people and sending a couple of kids (not hers, family's, Chinese people work that way) on what she makes, and apparently Dorise has bought a bunch of houses and rents them out?
I myself am planning to ramp up busking, or hustling handicrafts, or something, so I can save the money I make at my main job, in preparation for moving back where I grew up. It's expensive, but no more than New Orleans is.