Chances are if you are a pretty good break dancer, Iâ€™ll give you buck — especially you have tiny children in your act and you do that trick where it looks like your shins are their legs. (Can you picture it?) Iâ€™ll also give you buck if I like your music, because you are easing the unpleasantness of the commute, you are making something beautiful in some of the funkiest smelling places on earth — and thatâ€™s a public service. (The awesome Hypnotic Brass Ensemble and Nuttinâ€™ But Strings have gotten money from me.) If youâ€™re a Chinese immigrant (Iâ€™m pretty sure theyâ€™re Chinese), Medicare-age musician playing that mystery instrument with three strings and youâ€™re not bad, rocking out the Celine Dion, Iâ€™ll give you a dollar. And also, if you’re the random homeless person who moves me and you don’t seem like you’re going to hit me with a blunt object, I will also give you money. I don’t know. A dollar is not going to change anyone’s life, but maybe it can add up.