146th day sober. I practiced last night and saw, on one YouTube video, one trumpet teacher say that to play high notes you have to practice them, a lot. He said you take your highest note, not the one you can squeak out but the one that's the highest you know you can always play, and you play that note 100X a day (it's OK to do this in a lot of different ways like in songs, lip slurs etc.) and gradually you'll find the highest note you "own" will be the next one, so you do that with the next one, etc.
I woke up at 3:30 today and packed some things and was out the door at 6, taking the things to the post office and FedEx and then just got a couple of pieces of fried chicken at the chicken place and came back here and ate them.
I've been thinking about the zombie problem up there at Whole Foods and I think playing earlier in the day is a good decision. That's why I didn't go out and play today. Currently my schedule calls for playing on Thursday because I have to be downtown anyway to go to the bank. Then on Friday just taking all the things I can to the post office and FedEx. Then playing on Saturday and Sunday. Getting my playing done before it gets fully dark means I'm done before things get really sketchy outdoors.
Next, this particular zombie seems like it can be intimidated and I'm thinking I might get one of those air horn things for the purpose of blasting in the ears of zombies in general, to scare 'em off. I also wonder about taking a page from the cops' playbook and getting one of those flashlights that's so bright it's blinding. It would be something I don't use routinely except to test occasionally, but to repel zombies w/o leaving a mark on them like pepper spray or my billy club would. The air horn thing is obtainable over at the auto parts place I think, so that's easy. As for the flashlight, these days you have to be a cop to buy things in the cop store, but I can always buy one online. They're not cheap, and will go through batteries in about 10 minutes if used as a regular flashlight, but that's not what they're really for.
After some thinking, I've realized that the crackheads/zombies want to kill everything good. They want to kill music, peace and safety, camaraderie (it's hard to hold a pleasant conversation outside if there are zombies hassling you), the ability to own a bike or a car, the ability to walk down the street, etc. The zombies just want everyone to become a zombie, staggering down the street in rags, half-living for their next hit of crack.
So it is good and proper to fight against the very existence of zombies in any manner possible, in what is nothing more and nothing less than a holy war. When I am out playing, I am meeting, however fleetingly, people from all sorts of walks of life and mostly the better ones; educated, caring, people. And the zombies want to destroy all of this. This is why I am in favor of using some of the vast areas inland to set up camps where the zombies can be sent and they can just do zombie stuff against each other and leave decent people alone.
So in the same way I was able to gradually apply pressure until the scumsuckers were eradicated from our parking lot here, and in the same way I kept up the pressure until the illegal "stone" cutting place next door was put out of business, I will keep up my busking schedule and make life miserable for zombies whenever they make trouble for a decent person like me.
In other half-human news, the other day I saw the "Trump Stump" who parked her bike furthest from mine (I've got the habit of parking my bike at the rack on the sidewalk end, to keep other people from doing things like parking two big bulky rental bikes or 3 scooters there) so she parked hers at the other end of the rack. "I haven't seen you for a while" I said in a friendly way, and she said not a word. She was also - still - wearing here "HILLARY FOR PRISON" shirt; does she ever wash that thing? Apparently she was angry the recall election hadn't gone the way she wanted. It's too bad she didn't want to talk, because I could have told her how the Republicans could have won; by pushing that Faulkner guy who's actually got experience being mayor of San Diego.
They could have realistically won by promoting Faulkner and I almost considered voting for him myself. I ended up voting for Paffrath out of party loyalty but if I hadn't had a pretty good feeling the recall was going to fail I'd have voted for Faulkner because naturally I want the best governor possible. I'm always happy to tell the other side how they could have done better. But the Trump Stump came back out eventually with her groceries, put them on her bike, and rode off, all without a word.
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