Buskers Do What Hucksters Don't

Maybe I could become some sort of street performer? Instead of Twitch, I could setup my laptop on a busy big city corner and poorly play some of my favorite video games. People could rip on me and throw coins at me. Then if I take their money and invest wisely in bitcoin or some sort of similar digital currency. Boom! Before I know it, easy street! Which is where they’ll find my poverty-stricken lifeless husk. YOLO!

I was never a good salesman. One no and I don’t pursue it any further. The weirdest thing is when they told me the thing I was going to sell, sells itself. Then I got in trouble when it didn’t sell! Sounds to me it’s the products fault at that point. If it’s so great and sells itself and people don’t want it, how is that my problem?! Also, I’m not slimy enough for sales. I’m just slightly oily.

Anyway, I’ve only made progress on my descent into madness. On the upside, it’s a slow gradual descent. On the downside, there’s a lot of shoving and pushing from external stress that speeds it up at times. Oh well. It is what it is. You’ve got to roll with the punches. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. Sometimes the gator eats before the zebra. Okay, I’m not sure that last one is a real saying. See you next week!