The Last Dollar

Karen, the blind, blond lady who always passes by when I play at the Union Square subway station, told me that she is anxiously waiting a call from the Museum of Natural History, regarding a job. She’s had a two and a half hour long interview at the Whitney Museum, but didn’t get the job…

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The Art of Freezing Gatorade

A guy helped me carry my busking gear up the stairs at the subway station. “Thank you, you’re my angel!” I said. He laughed as he said “You’re welcome”. Geo was playing guitar at the Times Square mezzanine busking spot but nobody was at the Mosaics spot. Delta Dave was on his way to playing…

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