Thursday, September 1, 2011

Busker

That's the spot.

I'll spend my days working in a t-shirt shop or something, and then spend my evenings and weekends sitting on that wall with my 12-string guitar playing poor renditions of old blues songs with my case open at my feet so tourists can drop quarters into it.

My whole life is now planned out. Let's go today!

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