Busking…

NOT the way I’d want to spend my midday in a Houston August…

Yeah, that’s a rip saw he’s playing; it’s a kind of odd eerie ethereal sound. He said he does this every so often, but before I could get anything about who he is or why he does this, the light went green and the guy behind me leaned on the horn. There’s a story here though.

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