I went out as the mime ready to have my ass kicked. Ready to be yelled at flipped off, ridiculed and hated. As I crossed the street to take my place on the offramp a guy in a Van yelled "F**k you, ya F**kin' Mime" only he wasn't so polite as to you the asterixes. I turned and gave him my pouty face and he gave me the finger. As I turned back around a man and woman were laughing hysterically and they threw me quarter. This was shaping up to be a great day.
The day did not live up to it's promise. The rest of the day was fairly boring. The blank sign confused a-lot of folks even though I kept pointing at the part that would have said "God Bless." One man gave me two bucks and asked if I was collecting for Hurrican Katrina victims. I shook my head no, rubbed my belly and pointed to myself. That's mime for "I just need money for coffee and french fries man."
Two tuff guy kids with a big mean dog came by. I walk by the house where all these kids hang out every day and I always say hello, but I was not so rec0gnizable in my mime get up. I was kind of intimidated as they walked back and forth a couple of times checking me out. Then I noticed a dollar in one of their hands and I realized he wanted to play along. He was as afraid of me as I was of him. Yeah, cliche or not, it was an important realization. Funny that I used to cause people to be afraid when I was a little boot wearing spikey haired punk rock kid.
I made $3.25 in an hour. The totals have been so low lately. Not sure quite what's going on. It's not a reliable source of income that's for sure. But you can certainly help. Kick me down a couple of bucks so I can buy me some amazing live pet sea monkeys? The donate buttons are on the right there. God Bless.