I'm sitting at a stoplight, preparing to turn on to Route 280. I look to my left and instead of the usual homeless woman with the bright red lipstick, I see this man, playing a trombone. And it's raining.
I'm thinking, how much are you getting to play your trombone on the side of the road. And why the trombone? Is it your only possession? Are you really any good at it? Do you have some really sad story about how you almost made it as a musician?
I took a picture of him and felt immediately guilty. I could have at least donated something to his bucket, right?
But the light turned green. And from what I could hear, (had the windows up cause like I said, it was freaking raining), he wasn't very good.
-A
This is funny, It shouldn't be, but it is. He wasn't official anyway, he couldn't even get his cup game straight.
Posted by: Hanif | June 13, 2006 at 03:01 AM
Okay, being that we both grew up together, have the same sense of humor, and we were and are both silly, I didnt realize how funny you were. I'm over here buggin. I read this mad late. It's now julu 12th. That trumbone shit is the exact way my thought process would've taken that in. Maybe that's what makes it so funny to me. Sometimes I think I'm only one that thinks like that and no one else would get it. Maybe I should start a "What I see in peoples ghetto ass houses during my daily verizon phone man treks" blog. I could seriously do a sitcom from that. (And believe me, the thought has crossed my mind.) Yo, I love you for being you.
Posted by: Paul | July 12, 2006 at 12:27 AM
yo update your blog!!
i sent you an email to let you know my address changed, but i don't know if you got it since i kind've have to guess at your email since my email addresses were deleted in the transition. long story short, in case that email didnt find you, i'm putting my new email here.
peace.
Posted by: anita | August 01, 2006 at 12:41 AM