Only Thursday

I left out of here yesterday, as dusk began to encroach; to the point that, looking for roaches on the sidewalk became harder, as I made my way towards the Starbucks on Poydras Street...

I encountered barricades from one of the parades, but was able to get past them and walk into the Starbucks about 10 minutes before their closing time...
"Nothing to brew; not much to do...!" I said, after walking in.
I was only there to buy protein bars and green energy drinks to get me through until this coming Saturday (14th) when my retirement benefits should arrive..
The guitar case over my shoulder and the backpack being indications that I am anything but "retired," the barista's asked me, with a look of impending doom: "What can we get you?"
I then told them I only wanted to buy stuff that didn't have to be ground up, brewed, steamed or garnished with whipped cream. "That's why I said 'nothing to brew, not much to do, when I walked in,'" I said...
By the time I had picked out a few items and was packing them into the pockets of my guitar case, an older white gentleman had entered the place...
"The way they were looking at me out there;  they're probably going to think this is an extra clip of ammo," I said about the green super drink I was putting in one of the pockets.
The man smiled and said: "A cold drink!" (at that)
"Yeah, but with a flavor to die for," I said, on the way out...
I was stopped by National Guardsmen in the process of crossing over from Royal to Bourbon Streets , and, without objection, opened my back to reveal that my extra ammo clip had dripped condensation onto my rolling papers; there was a guitar in the case; and they never made it as far as the canister of suspicious white powder which was Creatine Monohydrate, and labelled as such. 
This is an example of the blessings that flow to those who show up and put in the effort. At least a few of them had seen me a few times the past week or so, and so I was already half-vetted as a non threat (unless one analyses my lyrics, I suppose...) .
I asked one of them: "So how many of you are actually loosing money by being out here doing this, rather than your regular jobs?"
"We're all civilians, and most of us have jobs, and yeah..we're losing money.."
"But, for the unemployed, it must be nice to have "found" work out here.."
"Yeah."
(thank for overlooking the vat of suspicious white powder, have a nice night)
I found some roaches of weed, so gummy with cannabis oils that they had stuck, like gum, to the sidewalk, and hadn't soaked up the rain that had fallen earlier, due to the oil and water not mixing thing...
Then I got a call from Jacob, who had some free time; and...we played for about 2 hours and split about 23 bucks; which is just about what I had estimated as the amount we could expect to make on the Wednesday night when parades were going on elsewhere that wouldn't end until midnight...
Well, I don't want Friday's post to be: "I spent all of Thursday recapping Wednesday.."
So, off I go; at 1:45 in the afternoon already...