(I'm early to work, so it's okay that I'm posting at the office.)
From my office window I see the same van and trailer that pulled into two parking spots at two meters just before I left yesterday. Outside the van, four members of a rock band are performing their morning ablutions, their duffle bags out on the sidewalk for all to see.
By my calculations, they would have had to have spent $24 in quarters this morning to avoid a ticket, and I don't see a ticket on their windshield. I'd say it worked. Hotel rooms are prohibitively expensive and very scarce this week, so these guys probably did the right thing.
My fella's had four requests from musicians and bands to stay at his apartment this week. (They must know better than to ask me; I've had none!) He's said yes to two groups, even though in one case the guy waited until yesterday to ask. In a way, I'm almost jealous of these tramp-musician hybrids, wondering why I'm so darn boring.
Then I remember that I slept on a dog-pee covered couch for three nights while shooting scenes for my show Ohio Trip. Perhaps I've earned my boho stripes after all.