The streets were a pretty good place to start. Lots of people seemed to love this street and it would be easy to collect money.
I fished out a few dollars from my messenger bag and bought a hat.
I placed the hat at my feet and started singing the first song that came to mind. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
I'm pretty horrible so when a crowd was starting to gather and drop coins in my hat I was surprised.
I finished and the hat got passed around. A young boy about fourteen, two years older than me, reached in as if placing in a coin and took his hand out while obviously clutching something.
"Hey!" I yelled as he turned and sprinted.
I grabbed my hat and bolted behind him. "Hey give that back!"
The boy jumped onto a tree and quickly climbed up into the branches.
"Look Speedy McGee!" I shouted. "You better come back down here and return my money or I am going to go up there and kick you off that stinking sapling of a tree!" I kicked the tree at the base and crossed my arms.
The boy didn't come down.
And so I waited. And waited. And waited.
I fell asleep at the base of the tree that night,
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