Comic for Monday, May 16th

Posted: 9:00 am, Monday, May 16th, 2005

2.0 otter like this - Eggers got a bunch of bands to cover each other for the new issue of the Believer. Of course, I have no idea who most of these people are, and when Hornby put a comp disc together for his Songbook, it was one of the most mellow CDs I've ever owned (same umbrella of McSweeney's, in case you were wondering about the relevence there).

Work continues to be rough, but I've taken to sneaking in a blog entry or two by that bouncer whenever I have a second (usually due to me having gotten something to someone and them taking more than a minute or two to figure out what it is). This one right here is pretty classic.

I hung out with Tree this weekend for the last time in NYC. My boy is a full-fledged Columbia Law graduate come this Wednesday, and between the two of us, we're running around too much this week to meet up again. We did one last night at Scruffy Duffy's on Thursday, since we've consumed a ludicrous amount of wings and rings and beers there over the years. On the way back from Scruff's, 2.0 and I were on the train and there was this panhandler playing what appeared to be a mouth-powered keyboard. He was blowing into a plastic tube and playing the keyboard, producing such timeless classics as Happy Birthday, Hawa Nigela, and For He's a Jolly Good Fellow. It was, without a doubt, the worst panhandling performance I've ever seen, and we discussed the likelihood that the guy would finish his agonizingly long set (he remained in our subway car for about five stops) and receive absolutely nothing in return. To my utter shock, the dude raked it in when he finally stopped. This has lead me to realize that I need to get good enough with the guitar to where I can bring it on the subway on the way in, because almost anything I play, I'll make a couple bucks. I figure if I make ten bucks on the way in and another ten on the way back home, well, that's lunch out every single day and a round or two at Rhythm and Booze when I get home.

This guy's abysmal performance also led to 2.0 and I discussing what we will and won't give money to. 2.0 tends to be unmoved by the 'homeless' people, because she tends to notice things like their shoes aren't actually dirty. I'll give pretty much anyone money, because I am the proverbial fool that is soon parted from his cash. 2.0 has a weakness for this dude in the 34th Street station who plays the bucket really well. The guys I always make sure to give to are the break-dancing kids. That's just fucking impressive. How the hell these kids manage to do backflips on a moving subway is utterly beyond me. I get bumped into by morons all the time on the subway, and I'm just standing there in one place, not moving.

Tree, 2.0, and two of Tree's one-time Chicago buddies, Graz and Barney, and I all went to Coney Island on Saturday, as well. We went on the Cyclone, played some Skeeball, 2.0 shamed me and Mini-golf, Tree was shamed repeatedly by Barney, including at go-karts, Tree, Barney and Graz shot the freak, and we enjoyed a frozen zombie to cap off the night. Tree, good luck being a lawyer and never sleeping, buddy, it was fun.

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