Years ago I overheard a conversation between two transients.
"What do you do for money, dude?" said the first homeless man.
The second man smiled with pride and said, "I don't need to work, I have a guitar!"
Soon after, I heard a gentleman brag about working his "island." Curious, I asked where he was from and what kind of work he does on the island. The weather-beaten man was well-tanned and looked like the beach bum type. He pointed to the three-foot slab of concrete separating the nearby boulevard, pulled out his cardboard sign and asked for a buck.