Ha ha, I'm such a fucking liar.
1) If I ever get around to it, I will post about my last two busking days, assuming I remember what happened.
2) I miss busking like whoa.
3) I got a new typewriter, guys. (Why? David broke, and he may not fully recover from surgery. He's still around – just a vegetable.) But now, meet William, a.k.a. Digby. I traded a gas mask bong that wasn't mine for him. Sweet deal, in my mind.
Digby was the main instrument in constructing my new zine, Muster. That's right, a zine I typed up with a typewriter and xeroxed to make copies. Hey Internet: suck it.
