Our whole situation loads onto the bike.
"PSST Say mister...um...can I interest you in a pg-13 rubber chicken?"
HEY! someone put a construction zone next to my art gallery! My rubber chicken gallery is fashionably located on Hawthorne strip just follow the smell of Diesel exhaust. My shop was next to the screaming busker and a bus stop. CHIC!
I'm not discouraged...I only need to sell one to have a good day.
Sometimes chicken sometimes feathers.
Like what we do? Donation bucket!