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[andalus]

&two days ago or so a man an his kid came in and bought some essentials, the man had an odd goatee and dirty blonde hair but nothing really out of the ordinary. and the kid was cute and had bright eyes. he was around five or six. and the man proceeds to pay me in quarters, about ten dollars of them. he puts them out in neat piles of four and asks if this is alright. sure i say. i love quarters. here's why - and i pick one up and do the twirling the quarter on your fingers thing. which i've been doing since high school, drew started it i believe. we were always into practicing odd little things to make ourselves seem cooler than we really were, things like twirling pens or talking in accents or writing poetry. but anyway the man says to his child look at that he's a juggler. and he says to me i ought to go down to the reinassance fair that's just down the highway. him and the kid are musicians there but they have also, trying to qualify his statement, jugglers and other stuff. he says maybe you could be in the cast next year, though i'm sure it doesnt pay as well as this place. hah, thinks I, the prodigal son shoveling pig shit in Babylon probably earned more than me. i ask really what do you play? and the man replies oh i play guitar, we play guitar, me and my son here. but sometimes he plays bass.

just the way he said it, the casualness of it. like he was saying yes my five year old picks his nose but sometimes he eats it. or something. i thought it was wonderful. that made my day.