Merry Christmas and thank you for ruining my day.

[gurdymonkey]

Dear Guy With The Blue Metalflake Guitar:

What sort of inconsiderate, selfish ass must you be to set up your instrument and amplifier as big as your swelled head on a patch of sidewalk ten feet from where you see me without so much as coming over to ask whether I'm going to be there much longer?

What sort of egomaniac can you be to defend your rudeness to me by trying to lecture me about how I am never gonna "Make It (TM)" unless I plug my instrument into a suitcase to cater to the Deaf Generation when I ask why you insist on driving me out of the spot I came out early this morning to claim? If you cared about my "making it" you would not be stealing my audience. If you had any class whatsoever, you would have moved down the block and set up a reasonable distance away.

Not to mention lying to me about that being your spot. Funny, I've never seen you there before and while I'm not there every single weekend, I've been out there a fair few this year. In "your" spot.

How dare you continue to try to lecture me about "making it" when I have said "I'm done with you" very loudly no less than three times. 

Do you feel good about making me pack up in a huff?

Are you happy that you upset me so badly I didn't feel like trying to play anywhere else today?

Oh, and Merry Christmas.

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Bonus @$$ points to Amp dude for pretending that pitches don't belong to buskers who show up and work them, first-come first-served unless he's got a permit ("Music Under NY" performers have some kind of permit, but they use amps on the mezzanine levels, those of us without amps work the platforms).