He had a Turkey on his head and he was singing No, Woman, No Cry.
He had a Turkey on his head and through his clear plastic frames I could see that he was quite serious. He was rocking back and forth as if he were singing to himself. I would have thought so, if it were not for the open guitar case with pennies and dollars sitting in front of him. He was making some money.
He was drinking Vodka out of an Italian Wishbone salad dressing bottle.
He had a sticker that said Trust Snape, on his Guitar- undoubtedly a Harry Potter reference.
I pegged him for an NYU sophomore, who had just realized how ridiculous things are.
That, ladies and gentleman, is how you have a nervous breakdown.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The follow up is the hardest.