by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I went for a walk today to clear my mind and in the middle of it it occured to me that I have the motive and the opportunity — but not the means — to use the ChinaTown Bus from Richmond to travel to NYC tonight in time to see ding-dong Trump be arraigned.
But, having thought it over a few hours, the fact remains: I just don’t have the money. It would be about $300 for the entire trip — factoring in the unexpected that might force me to stay overnight — and I just don’t have that kind of money to my name at the moment. I suppose I *could* go, but I wouldn’t be able to eat all day and if something happened whereby I was forced to stay overnight Tuesday….yikes!
And I would definitely be tempted to stay overnight — I would love to spend Tuesday evening at Sing Sing Ave. A singing my heart out. I love that bar and it’s always a highlight of any stay in NYC.
The only reason why I even seriously contemplate such a dumb, expensive idea is I almost went to D.C. on January 6th, but it was too cold. I regret that I wasn’t there to record that clusterfuck and there is a greater-than-zero chance that MTG might somehow spark similar violence tomorrow afternoon.
And, yet, tomorrow, at the moment at least, is shaping up be historic, but mundane. I don’t think there’s going to be violence at all (thankfully.) If I did have a spare $300 on me, I would already be on my way to Richmond to stakeout the ChinaTown bus station.
But, alas, I just don’t have it at the moment. And I have too much pride to ask anyone to spot me $300 for a few months so I can go tonight. So, I think instead of rushing to Richmond, I’m just going to do some day drinking while I try to finish the last scene of the first chapter of the second draft of my novel.
