tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650160678722829210.post2205091181824218238..comments2024-03-23T13:46:21.790-05:00Comments on Street Musician Daniel: Ferry Schedule Creates HardshipDaniel McKenna IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157964564856145960noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650160678722829210.post-44621764388670033442013-07-09T19:10:59.776-05:002013-07-09T19:10:59.776-05:00Oh, damn, that's right. I understand a lot of ...Oh, damn, that's right. I understand a lot of street types have a lot of patience, not a lot else to do on the street, so they'll watch you etc. I had a really fuckin' crazy bum, mostly territorial, whom I kept running across, he'd yell and scream etc and I think he *was* watching me ... well, I think what happened is, one day about 4-6 months ago, there was an ambulance and cops at the metal recycling place next door, and for someone reason I never saw Mr. Crazy Bum again, and his territory seems to belong to a younger guy with a rather well-done "sleeve" of tattoos on his left arm, and I get along with him OK. The main thing was, Mr. Crazy saw me putting my trash *into* dumpsters at night and I guess thought I was making withdrawals lol. My solution to all of 'em is to throw out my shit during the daytime or early evening while it's still light, and mostly far away, scattered dumpsters. <br /><br />But street fuckers *do* watch a person. I'm sure it's no secret I'm living in the building, since they don't camp out in front and strip wire any more etc. <br /><br />That's pretty diabolical though., "harvesting" from homeless people you scope out and drug-up once in a while. Alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13916394695449933164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650160678722829210.post-52032601442041868482013-07-09T13:25:24.961-05:002013-07-09T13:25:24.961-05:00Yeah, and any one of those Trojan Horse gifts of a...Yeah, and any one of those Trojan Horse gifts of a free drink left sitting on Lillians step 3 feet away from me could have been laced with any of a half dozen things to bring on the sleep of the dead...I guess the guy figured that after a Saturday night I would be loaded with cash...luckily; I had spent 5 on a sack, 3 on cigarettes and bought an energy drink for the morning; else he might have gotten enough from me to consider making it a regular stop...it's the same guy who got me one other time but only spilled out my backpack; didn't take things like my laptop; and splayed out the credit cards in the same way; It might be the guy who dropped off a bag of cookies by me this morning at about 6 a.m....Daniel McKenna IIIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04157964564856145960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650160678722829210.post-72466055194607663922013-07-08T20:53:43.235-05:002013-07-08T20:53:43.235-05:00I've heard that's a really common way to g...I've heard that's a really common way to get robbed in NOLA and such places. They just look for guys who are passed out drunk and cut their pockets. <br /><br />If you're well-known for staggering off at the end of a night it'd be really easy for them to follow you. Alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13916394695449933164noreply@blogger.com