After two solid days of hectic subwaying around the city. I finally figured out how to work in the subway when it is cold. I get a day pass for the subway so I can leave and go pee when ever I need to, I bring food and coffee so I don’t waste my money, and I stick to the big stops, particularly Union Square and Penn Station.
Over the last two days I started weighing in seriously on this whole New York thing. Susing out what it would take to stay year and is it worth it. It is fun poeming here, but it also is getting cold. I really don’t know anybody here; no allies anyway. We will see how easy it is to get a place to stay for a little bit, and see just how much money I can make here. If I don’t make at least 450 this weekend, I think I would have to split. I have allies in Austin, New orleans has tours. There are other options. So as long as I make enough to bury my Mom, then I’m good. If I make more, then I might stay. It has to be worth the money. So we will see how much I make this weekend.
Tomorrow I start the day at Strawberry Fields in Central Park. It is a memorial to John Lennon.
Today I walk all the fuck around town looking for a stool to sit on. I feel a little like I’m getting a soar throat. I might need some Asian food, that is the best for this. Think I’m going to go eat and read my New York City tour book. I’m studying to take the test to get a tour guide license in the city. Then maybe work on the double decker buses. We will see…