Went and busked twice today. Made like 60 cents and a bottle of insect spray. This economy is f'ed, man. Either way, if you're wondering who that guy with the loud, hyper-projecting, and virtually child-like voice was, in St. Pete, then wonder no more; That was me, making 60 cents and a bottle of insect spray. But, I ain't mad. To be both targeted and still doing what I love, Is one hell of a sign for passion. Music is my life. No matter who's playing the role of abusive father. #stpete