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Every city has a Silver Man or a Gold Man. I wonder if it’s a franchise, like Billy Bob’s Rent-a-Gold-Suit? Do you suppose these people make a living at this?
Kay in Hawaii
Silver Man in San Diego is fantastic! Not sure if he makes his living being the Silver Man but every time I’ve walked by his tip jar is filled with cash. He doesn’t seem to speak at all so I’ve never felt comfortable asking about his finances. He’s a big guy too.
We also have a White Ballerina. She doesn’t move at all but all of a sudden will pop into a ballet move and freak people out.
Can you even imagine the process it must be to remove all that silver paint at the end of the day?! I wonder if these people ever just think “forget it I’m not bathing tonite?”. Sleeping in silver paint… Yikes.
Jody