You sing embarrassing confessions at people as you drift about town

"Hello there, girl with the fluffy brown hair. I have gas today and a cavity the pain won't go away", You croon to a lady walking to the bus stop. She gives you a dirty withering look and she walks a little faster. You follow confessing musically "I hate myself and sometimes I contemplate suicide". You begin to get a following this way. People who listen to your honest confessions and they feel better about themselves. They give you enough tips to buy you beer and dinner.