I come to you today as a man who has killed many, many street performers.
I can't even pretend to be ashamed of this. In fact, after I've concluded this "article", I'm probably going to wade back in and finish off a few more. Can you blame me? It's great to see trust fund percussionists winging through the air, launched from those stupid plastic drum kits, and it's a pleasure to knock human statues off their wonky-apple-box perches.