I'm broke too but I seem to have this dollar. Something tells me I won't feel right unless it ends up in the upside-down Sherlock Holmes hat positioned strategically within an arms grasp in front of you. Would you be fast enough to grab my arm in time if I dropped the one dollar bill and picked up the five I see some better-off aficionado blessed you with? I guess I'll never know.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sure, you made a few bad decisions which is why you're out here on the corner, draped in a plaid assortment of tattered outerwear. Still, it's not the end for you. You found a saxophone,-God knows where- and you figured out how to make it sing. Kudos to you Mr. Street Musician. Your riffs make me feel better on the inside where I need it most.
Posted by Matt Grim at 11:24 PM