I am a Golden God!
We get buskers down where I work. Not in the office, no; outside along the esplanade. Someone strumming, drumming, joking, juggling or singing, for money. Anything, and in one case, nothing.
When I say nothing, I mean that to earn your hard-earned cash, technically this one guy
-Dresses up in a golden pair of pants, golden jacket, golden hat and golden sunglasses,
-Paints his hands, face and exposed hair golden,
-Stands on a golden box,
-and occasionally - for the big bucks - moves slightly.
It makes me wonder what leads someone to begin a career in standing still. I shouldn't stoop to saying he is an unskilled stander, but could he not find a single other skill to entertain a crowd with?
Was standing still his
best option for pulling the punters, and a earning a living?
Naturally, he's mad. I've watched him loudly abuse people if they take a photo and don't drop a coin into his gold box. I've watched him threaten violence to children who touch him or his stuff.
Why? Clearly the gold paint covering his body has leeched into his brain. When I say
mad, I mean that technically, this guy is suffering from mercury poisoning.
Q.O: Who picked the alliteration above?
