Today's attempt at busking cannot be described as anything but a complete and total disaster. After rushing to grab a prime spot, I had two sets of batteries die in under 15 minutes, leaving me with no other option than to go home. I made just one dollar, from a drunk guy who insisted on singing terribly, and very loudly, into my microphone. Also, the painter set up across from me kept yelling that I should play Sinatra, instead of "that crappy screaming stuff."
From here, the only direction is up.
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Ben,
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work, both in busking and blogging. You will learn a lot about humanity in the city. Looks like you should bring sunscreen and water.
You are much better at writing consistently in your blog than I am. I am writing haikus weekly for the Newton Free Library site. Once I set up a twitter account, I will be tweeting them, too!
See you online!
Jean