David liked walking down the streets of Downtown Portland occasionally when he needed a break from the daily grind of life. Fred and Barbra Streisand had been relatively moody lately, so he wanted to get some fresh air and rethink his strategies. While walking, he passed by a street musician that was playing an acoustic guitar with an open case full of coins and bills. David stopped to enjoy his rendition of “Brown Eyed Girl.”
After the musician finished, David said, “That was just lovely! I adore that song!” David dropped in a nickel and waited for the man to start another song, but the man just glared at David.
“You adore that song, but it’s only worth a nickel to ya?”
David was a little taken aback by the comment. “Well, I mean, I’d give more, but I just don’t have a lot of money.”
“Lies! You’re a real liar, ain’t you?”
“Why don’t you just play music! That’s why you’re out here!” said David nervously.
“I’m not playing a single tune until you unload that wallet.”
David began to walk away, but then the musician yelled, “I’ll follow you home! I’m gon’ get that money one way or ‘nother.”
David returned to the man and slowly pulled out his wallet. “This isn’t right.”
“My services require payment. You adored my song, so you better pay up.”
David dropped a dollar into the case.
David dropped another dollar in.
“More. I know you got more.”
David at last grabbed his $100 bill and held it out. “Only if you play Cher.”
“Will you be Sonny?” he asked as David dropped the money in.
“No, I’ll be Cher, duh. You’ll be Sonny.”
They sang “I Got You Babe” together, and for a moment, David nearly forgot he was being robbed.
David felt quite elated when the song was over. “That was actually quite nice,” he said.
“Come again anytime,” replied the musician as David walked away.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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