Pitch: Waterloo, St. Jacob's "Farmers Market"
time: 8:45-10:45, 11:00-1:00
earned: $49.75, $59.45
So I got in. Of course there was only one other busker, because it was a Tuesday, so they didn't have to go to a lottery. The first spot I was at, I was across from a real shithead of a human being. After I played a few songs, he went into his car and put on and cranked the volume of whatever CD he had. When he sat back down he put his hands behind his head and wore the shit-eating grin of a 12-year-old who's watching TV past his bedtime. This is a grown ass man, let me remind you. A businessman who (at a farmers market, somehow) is selling plastic-wraped bed sets, like the ones you find at Walmart. I get him to turn his music down, but he asked me to sing so quietly it feels like a whisper to me. That is until I guess I sang a fucking song he liked or something, because he eventually turned off his car completely. I woke up so early and didn't get much of a break, I was so tired by my second set it was all mostly a blur. The one thing I remember is the dog that took a shit right on the pavement, right in front of me.