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| As the sun sets slowly in the west, summer fades and I welcome fall |
Head down, nose to the grind stone, make and sell as much as you can, while you can. Ships in, sun shining, days warm, crowds crushing, children screeching, dogs in strollers, babies on leashes, thieves running, ocarinas whistling, duck tours quacking, fire engines wailing, buskers singing; playing saws; unidentified instruments; mumbled lyrics. Where's the 1st Starbucks? How far is it to the Space Needle? How do I get to the aquarium? SECURITY! How much is this? What is this? How do you make this? Can you take our picture? Where do they throw the fish? The weather is so much nicer here than what we expected. Is that Mount St. Helen's? Mount Rainier? Is that the ocean? Where is there an ATM; Bank; Drug Store; Real Store; Mall? Do you take cards? American Express? Where's the guy that was here last week? Will you be here tomorrow; next week; next month? Is this market here every day? What do you do when it rains? You got a cigarette? Light? Do you have to set up and tear down every day? Where's there a good place to eat? clam chowder; seafood? Where's Cutter's; Ivars; The Crabpot? Wanna buy some batteries cheap? Police horse clip clops; drops a load or a river. Obama is a fascist; nazi; socialist. God hates fags. Jesus loves you. Bride's white satin swishes through cigarette butts; old food; puke; spittle; snot. Child drops a cookie, no three second rule here. They're all handmade. My name is ... I make these all myself. Real Change! They're made out of deer antler. What's with the pig? We make your name for you right here right now. My friend makes these. Do you make a living doing this? Where is the closest bathroom? Where's Pike Place Market? You are here.
