On Argyle Street today, outside Woolworths, I passed a guy of Eastern European origin sitting on the pavement, strumming a guitar and singing away. His plastic tupperware tub had a few coins in it.
From any kind of distance you couldn't hear a distinguishable tune or any of his words, and as I passed right by him, I realised his singing was out of tune and he couldn't play that guitar for shit. What a con.
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