Street Busker #2
Whereabouts: Venice Beach
That is Nathan. I haven’t seen him out there since I walked by in the Fall and saw the cops giving him a ticket and threatening to take away his cat unless he put it on a lease. The cat, sleeps on the piano while he plays.
Nathan was visibly shaken I remember during the seemingly needless ordeal. The police could not has gotten one complaint from anyone because the cat is never out of control always as cool as a cat can be.
Nathan did not want to talk about it. I walked by later. Nathan and the cat were gone, his beloved piano still there. I can sometimes talk with Nathan. He is wired differently from most of the people I have met and is guarded and mistrustful of others. He instead engages the Venice Ocean Front Walk in a brilliant conversation of a musical nature. A continuously variable transmission of blues, jazz, classical, rock show tune resonance, blended and flowing like butter and syrup down the beach and through the ears of the passersby.
Laws need to be enforced according to the needs of the community not for the sake of the law itself. Therefore they should be enforced only when necessary. In this way it can serve to bind the fragile weave of social interaction. In this instance the cats presence unleashed contributed ti the environment of Venice Beach.
I will feel a bit safer next time I visit Venice Beach if I know that the law is enforced in such a way, that I am able to see Nathan playing his musical mish mash with his cat sleeping on the piano, unleashed and at peace.