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[elder_goat]

New Year's was fun. I took my fiddle down to the subway and played until I couldn't move my fingers anymore. It was really kind of cool, watching how these modern be-suited people responded to 17th century gypsy music. There are few things more fun than turning people's expectations on their heads. Plus, the juxposition juxtasition combination

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[hip_hopper]

A few hundred? First the socks, and now this? Fuck you, man. Fuck you.

[elder_goat]

Hey, I offered once, and you said no!

[hip_hopper]

We didn't make that much the time we

Wait.

I don't believe you. You're just saying that to make me jealous. Oho, I get it now.

[elder_goat]

Believe whatever makes you happy, Grasshopper. But everyone loves a scruffy fiddler, especially drunks who can't count their bills. And massively overweight old gay men.

[getoffmybridge]

Sounds like a typical hill billy thing to do. They probably took one look at you and thought you were homeless and felt sorry.

[elder_goat]

Then I am in the wrong fucking industry. Homeless is evidently the way to go.

[getoffmybridge]

Yeah. It figures you'd say that.

[bbgoat]

Uh, YEAH, says the guy who lived under a bridge.

[thatrapscallion]

A few hundred b--!?

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Do you need accompaniment?

[elder_goat]

Well, let's clarify that that was HIGHLY unusual, and mostly due to 1) it was New Years' Eve and the foot traffic was unbelievably thick, and 2) about half of it came from one group of apparently rich, flamboyant men who I think may have been hoping I was for sale.

They reminded me a bit of those Roman guys who'd hang out at the orgy places. I seriously expected them to break out wreaths of grape leaves.