I woke up too late to try going to the cop store or Big-5, so I packed things to take to the post office and had my coffee etc., and was out the door at 5:30. This may be too late considering how things are out there, as the bums are coming out of hiding. A bum with a bike and trailer came by the other way on Brokaw and called out to me, "Where's your trailer?" Of course other than veering around him I made no notice that I'd seen him or heard anything.
The post office was no problem, then I went to 99 Ranch because I can get cash back there. I'd counted up my canned fish etc and had 17 cans. I got kind of mixed up and thought I needed 17 cans, so I got 17 cans of various fish and some cans of Underwood pork liver spread. I'd decided yesterday I want to have 30 cans of fish or meat, enough to last a month at one can a day. I got some other stuff too, and with $40 cash back it came to just under $100.
As long as cash back works, I can bleed down my bank account and gradually have most of my money in cash here. I'd rather keep enough in the bank to pay my taxes with, but I'm also worried, 1930s style, about their taking my money along with everyone else's and putting it in a big suitcase or something and taking the next train out of here.
So I'm getting cash back when I can, but not too much at any one place, at any one time.
I rode back without stopping at H Mart, and passed that same bum with a bike and trailer again, but he didn't say anything. A bit further on, there was a crazy lady bum who's been a feature around here in the past, and as I rode by, looking to see the the dark heap by the bus stop was a pile of clothes or a person, she yelled at me, "Gimme dollar, bitch!".
I stopped by the electrical supply to see if there were any small boxes, and found a Lego box that looks good for mailing some small thing. A friendly-ish bum there rambled on about how there's been no trash pickup for a week.
I got out of there and came riding back here, fast, to avoid any further bums. Ms. Crackhead seems happily camped out at the front of the complex with her little generator running, and may be happier there because it's probably easier for her drug dealer to find here there.
Because of all these bums, I think I need to get out and do my errands a lot earlier in the day and be back in by the time I'd normally be heading out.
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