Being a street performer again. . . Not as easy as I thought.

Fist show, all change. Not the way I wanted to start my busking come back. I carry a lot of baggage at the moment, it's wrecking havoc on my psyche and affecting my performance. I am doing my best to work it out, equalize my available emotional resources and do the best show that I can for any given moment.

This is where the streets weed them out fast. The rejection factor is HUGE its a real numbers game. Monkey see, monkey do. . . Stop the first tourist and the rest will watch. Persistence is KEY. I was once a fairly good street performer, I believe I can be even better today. I have what it takes to make it in show business and my life. Fuck these motherfuckers, I will take what's mine!