Busking is like... playing your instrument on the street with your case open so people will throw your money. I've done it a couple of times for a little bit of time and ended up making like $5, but I havn't done it anywhere with bigger crowds, like the downtown market or anything, and I want to try that.
And this night... I don't even think it's story worthy. It's not really a great story to tell, other then the part with the weed and the cops... the rest of it I just think sucks. Actually, I also met a bunch of guys who are friends with my older brother, and that was kind of cool. And if I see those girls again... the other guys who weren't completely burned out and who are generally more socially skilled already made amuch better first impression then the tired ass guy who didn't really say anything (me), hahahaha. That's life, I'm learning. I'll probably forget about most of this night in like a week
A better story was a few weeks ago when we egged some random houses. We left our car, walked like ten minutes away, egged a house of some guy I don't know who the other guys apparently have beef with, and ran back to the car. When we got there, someone had egged our cars while we were walking That was classic karma at work. Egging is retarded Oh well.