During a street-canvassing job in college, I was once involved in a fight with Chicago’s Michigan Avenue Tin Man.
While setting up positions for the guys on an outdoor sales/fundraising team, as a “field manager” back in perhaps 2010, I placed my buddy “ZB” in a spot that was close to one of the many colorful hustlers who populate the Magnificent Mile in Chicago. Neither of us thought much of this, until the street performer — who was painted from head to toe in silver Krylon and wearing what looked like a drain-pipe on his head — told Z that he “had better move his ass on” and stop distracting potential customers or “get his head cracked to the white meat.” Z, a wiry guy but a military brat and no joke in a scuffle, responded in kind, and the Tin Man started screaming at him. I eventually got involved, narrowly avoided getting pulled into an ugly brawl, and ended up calling the police.
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