I met you a few years back, I was lugging along a shopping cart of pop bottles to a return center and you were busking in front of a liquor store in Oregon City. I gave you a dollar and I saw you off and on for the next week or so. Your busking money went into your big black hat and we talked a little, you told me about McDonalds refusing to let you busk so you held a sign instead. You had to return to Texas for personal reasons and you left an imprint in my mind for some reason. I never caught your name, but if you ever read this, I hope you're doing well. Safe hitching and happy busking, random busking guy.