Why? Oh why?
Well with the best of intentions I had planned to go to the Erie Art Museum's Blues and Jazz Fest. It didn't happen and the only one to blame is me. I could have gotten a ride from a friend who had even offered to take me. But it was early and I didn't want to spend the whole day at the park.
Besides, the better groups were going to be playing later in the day.
The way a crackhead's mind works is even a mystery to me at times. But this much is clear. I had money in my pocket. I did have enough money to pay off Don, my vodka swilling neighbor. So I did pay him, as he was in a position of needing the cash right when it showed up.
I did have enough money to go to the fest and buy a T-shirt, which I thought were cool this year. I also had enough money to buy some food from the vendors and have something to drink as well. I even had enough money to have taken a cab home after everything was all said and done.
As usual though the money went to the Crack Man.
I didn't even sip Don's rot gut to get the ball rolling. It's as though an automatic reaction to having cash on hand is to call the Dude. Not a good thing to be certain, but it's a characteristic of mine that really needs work.
To add insult to this all, the twenty I paid back to Don was re-borrowed yesterday.
One other thing. This is a biggy to boot. The dryer in my building isn't working.
Now I have a machine full of wet clothes, and that mean I'm going to have to turn my boxers inside out yet again.
Well, they're not sticky yet.