what could possibly happen next?

2004-04-12

delirious

Work went well today. I'm kinda on low fi. Not much happening, I'm trying to focus on my job more than my emotional status. Imagine that. I think that I am a little checked out right now as far as that goes. But it usually passes quickly. Going to the padres game on thursday and I am going to bring a notebook this time so I can make notes about the game. Maybe finish a song. The part of the park that I am watching the game at is like a park, there is sand and grass, it's behind the outfield. I have a seat if I care to use it. I'm thinking about starting to take my guitar down there before games and play on the street. I used to love to do that in the gaslamp. Put out my little hat and maybe make some dough before I get tossed by the coppers. If I can just get a quarter from each of the 40,000 that attend that would add up to $10,000 dollars a game. That's a good chunk of change. I will then take it to Barona and summarily double it in one hand of blackjack. Now I have 20,000 dollars! I'm rolling, I get the limo to pick me up and take me to the airport. I fly to vegas. I also fly you to vegas cuz dammit, I have $20,000 and I want to share with my less fortunate and talented friends. We will stay at The Gold Spike Casino and low-roll with the locals. I could probably rent out the top penthouse for about $100.00. We can drink watered-down booze and play $1 blackjack until we get sick from the horrid "nacho surprise" they will make for us in the deli. Or the shrimp cocktails for 99 cents. If that doesn't kill us then the cheap whores and pimps outside the casino probably will. Maybe score some good crack around the corner from Fremont. You laugh. But, believe me this is no joke. That was my actual last vacation. Nice, huh? The Gold Spike, check it out, your ghetto away from yo ghetto.