I call this guy Fred Silverman. He makes money doing nothing. Nothing at all.
Okay, once in a while he plays with his balls. Don’t you wish people would walk up to you and give you money for playing with *your* balls?
And, as much as I hate to spoil his gig, I think the public should know: He’s not really silver. I sat behind him on the bus one day, and saw a patch of skin the size of a quarter behind his ear!
Statue Man has been around these parts for years, thrilling children and befuddling drunks. He’s been profiled numerous times, so I will link instead of reiterate.
In a world where panhandlers consider work buying a Sharpie and finding someone to write a sign for them, it’s nice to see street performers that ‘put out’. Statue Man puts an awful lot of work into doing nothing, so drop him a dollar or two if you’re feeling generous.
And now? I’m off to find Extremo the Clown…
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I generally tip him when I see him, but politely decline the post-tip handshake. That paint is difficult to wash off your hands.
Asheville, NC has (or had) a silver Marie Antoinette-type lady who was kinda more fabulous
“Don’t you wish people would walk up to you and give you money for playing with *your* balls?”
Yes, please.
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