Here’s a piece of a song I wrote on the guitar . The entire song is closer to 3 minutes from start to finish , but it’s one of my favorite songs to play . Check it out when you’re in a really relaxed and chill mood :)
Long post about shitty day (also, this is why I blurted this photo a lot...feels appropriate to my feelings from last night)
Last night I was robbed. And nearly got in my first fist fight.
First, I’m fine and I’m safe, and second this has a happy ending of sorts.
I was busking the 4th Ave underpass for about three hours. Somewhere in the middle some guy walked by me and started saying “hey baby you’re beautiful” etc etc to this group of women coming toward him; all these things that were clearly making the oncoming ladies uncomfortable.
So I stopped playing and spoke up. I told him to stop, the ladies look uncomfortable, let them have a safe space right now. He told me several expletives and that it was his own life to do what he wanted.
Flash forward an hour and I see a guy with similar clothes except this time a black bandana worn over the majority of his face. Another guy comes up and starts talking to me and I see former harasser reach down and steal my two jars of money.
When I start running after him his accomplice pushes me and starts to throw a punch which I thankfully dodged in time. I ran after the thief and yelled for people to stop him. Someone tried, but I never caught up. Accomplice pushed me into the wall as he ran past me, and I lost them. There had been maybe about $40 in there (so yeah, don’t have an answer to the question of the day). Happy ending moment:
I had three guardian angels who stayed with my guitar case and the remainder of my stuff. They all gave me some cash and when I looked later as I got home, one had given me a $50 bill. I received a total of $70. So I might have even made more in the long run. Tucson, you have my heart, even though there is a bit of love hate involved right now.
Moral of the story: never singing in the underpass again. I also may be getting mace.
Detrás de escena de algo que saldrá alguna vez con Don Trusso.
Fantasía cromática en el éter.
Y, par favar, cómo camina el cortecito onda Till Lindemann.
(NOTA MENTAL: cuando tenga plata, alguna vez, contrataré un asistente que me salve de esas emergencias pelísticas.)