Wednesday, October 8, 2008

though i rarely give a dollar

there's something about street musicians and buskers that when i walk past them i can't help but feel as if i'm the star of a movie and that they are the soundtrack, or that it's the begining credits of some sit-com based on my stand-up comedy stylings.
except when it's the peruvian pan pipe man, or a dreadlocked lesbian with a guitar.

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