Sunday Morning, I woke up before noon.
I was behind the building by 8th Street and not at Shermans, after we had had a small argument over the incident when I was attacked the previous night.
I was grateful that he had come to my aid and was ready to use deadly force to protect me while I foraged for my glasses and my hat, but the whole ordeal stressed him out after he had a chance to dwell upon and realize the full import of what might have happened, especially if the same kid had emerged from the darkness and started to demand "his" five dollars again, and picked up another bottle.
Pathetic Busking Take
I took a few tentative steps and found that I had banged my right knee pretty hard during the scuffle.
I had the pathetic amount of less than 10 dollars in my pocket, and the enormous weight in my pack of two laptops, and some shampoo and hand sanitizer and three paperback books that I had added the previous night upon arriving at the spot behind the building and finding that another homeless guy had been staying there, but was nowhere in sight, and had left those items behind.
The thought of hobbling to the store and then to the library was daunting, but I needed to start to rehabilitate my sore leg by walking on it.
I limped off towards the nearest store to use my food card (which also had less than 10 dollars on it) to get an energy drink, and then spent the afternoon in the air-conditioned library, where I found a book on Perl Programming (learn it in 21 days!!) which hadn't been there before.
Eventually, I realized that my circumstances required some fore-thought, and maybe some common sense.I didn't want to spend money on bus fare to go to Scotlandville, only to sit there, flat broke for a few days, and then return to busk on Friday. Howard will just have to wonder what happened to me after he doesn't see me at all this coming week. Maybe he will come downtown and look for me at my spot Friday; or maybe he will lay there reading and eating Cheetoz and drinking Pepsi.
I needed to go to the One Stop Homeless Center the next day (Monday; today) to check upon whatever happened with the photo ID that I was trying to get with their help.
I also needed to go to the post office to see if I could re-activate my "general delivery" box, so as to receive a couple of harmonicas which Alex in California is getting rid of, and which would be hard for him to sell, as they have been in his mouth, and people are funny about things like that (although trumpets are routinely sold...)
Back To Shermans
I hobbled back to Shermans in the evening.
He was asleep and said that he had been up all the previous night.
I went into his kitchen and, fueled by a huge pot of coffee, stayed up pretty late catching up upon this blog and a few other things.
I went on YouTube and one thing led to another and I went from watching Evel Knievel jump to watching lions fight bears (and they weren't wearing football helmets) to watching the first appearances of Jay Leno, Madonna, Conan O'Brian and Brooke Shields on The Tonight Show With Johnny Carson, to the speech which Brooke Shields made at Michael Jacksons memorial service...One might think that I am "trolling" for blog traffic by dropping names, but I am only telling it like it was...then I went to sleep around 4 a.m. and slept until noon when...
My Dinner With Sherman
In the late morning, Sherman offered to buy me lunch at some place where a waitress whom he is attracted to works.He had been there by himself a few times and was worried that the young lady would think that he had no friends, and that is where I came in; and got a Reuben on Rye for my troubles.
It is going to be a pretty "thin" week with no money for beer or cigarettes, but plenty of time to study Perl Programming and maybe record some music.Sherman wants to burn a CD of a few of my songs, which I can sell out of my guitar case as I play, like so many other buskers do.