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Come into my life, said the Harvard Sq. panhandler (or "spanger" as they are more affectionately known) to me as I was walking back to my apartment today, in a husky, almost erotic whisper.
But I just came into your life about twenty minutes ago, remember? I replied.
Come in again, then. If I can just make it to $30 I'll be all set. And I'm thinking about putting on some street shows to entertain you people. Think of it as an investment of sorts.
I couldn't help smiling, as the mental image of this fiftysomething man with his enormous potbelly flopping around wildly in a desperate attempt to entertain passers-by was both sad and hilarious. I'm sorry, I've already invested- but I have faith in the aging hippie population of Cambridge. You'll be at $30 in no time.
There is definitely something about the default expression I wear while walking around town that just screams to people now this is someone who can be coaxed and cajoled and taken advantage of. I must find out what it is- likely candidates at this point are the mopey curvature of my lips and my stoner eyes from outer space.
Summer is here, despite my considerable efforts to delay its onset using all the psychic energy that my mind could put out, and Harvard Sq. is once again a big, hot carnival. I recognize most of the street performers from last year, but there are a few new faces. The other day I saw the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl in Brattle Sq. singing this angry song about patriarchy and ovaries, and I fell in love for five minutes. I also saw one of the crazy Sunday-night hosts from Cambridge Community Television- he has a tender, lovely voice.
Earlier this week, Lady K, the keyboardist from one of my absolute all-time favorite local bands, the faux, was killed in a horrific bike accident in Allston. I've been reading the waves and waves of sad posts about it over at honeypump. Such a senseless tragedy- this woman accomplished more of lasting value by 29 than I will probably accomplish in my entire life. Rest in peace.
I imagine that bike helmets will suddenly come roaring back into style among Allston's punk population, if indeed they ever were in style to begin with...
But I just came into your life about twenty minutes ago, remember? I replied.
Come in again, then. If I can just make it to $30 I'll be all set. And I'm thinking about putting on some street shows to entertain you people. Think of it as an investment of sorts.
I couldn't help smiling, as the mental image of this fiftysomething man with his enormous potbelly flopping around wildly in a desperate attempt to entertain passers-by was both sad and hilarious. I'm sorry, I've already invested- but I have faith in the aging hippie population of Cambridge. You'll be at $30 in no time.
There is definitely something about the default expression I wear while walking around town that just screams to people now this is someone who can be coaxed and cajoled and taken advantage of. I must find out what it is- likely candidates at this point are the mopey curvature of my lips and my stoner eyes from outer space.
Summer is here, despite my considerable efforts to delay its onset using all the psychic energy that my mind could put out, and Harvard Sq. is once again a big, hot carnival. I recognize most of the street performers from last year, but there are a few new faces. The other day I saw the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl in Brattle Sq. singing this angry song about patriarchy and ovaries, and I fell in love for five minutes. I also saw one of the crazy Sunday-night hosts from Cambridge Community Television- he has a tender, lovely voice.
Earlier this week, Lady K, the keyboardist from one of my absolute all-time favorite local bands, the faux, was killed in a horrific bike accident in Allston. I've been reading the waves and waves of sad posts about it over at honeypump. Such a senseless tragedy- this woman accomplished more of lasting value by 29 than I will probably accomplish in my entire life. Rest in peace.
I imagine that bike helmets will suddenly come roaring back into style among Allston's punk population, if indeed they ever were in style to begin with...