Life of a Street Pitcher

The sun was the only daily enemy to the youngsters and some middle age earning a living as a street pitcher.

It has been a tough period as I am now reminiscing my days as a street pitcher. May it be for Fun Fair coupons, charity or just persuading a passerby to watch the latest Harry Potter movie; a street pitcher's routine is an enduring one.

Once approached by a street pitcher, they will have a nice disposition. Temperament calm. Voices clear. I am regretfully to say, I was referring to the passerby. Passerby will somehow yield to these salesmen of sorts.

Instead most street pitchers would not sustain their excitement in letting potential customers know, the latest attraction or the latest feature, through their brochures, pitch boards, and flyers.

I was once a street pitcher. When life was tough and pressure was high. A street pitcher has simple goals. Clear, unadulterated by the problems of their real existing world. While the rest of society is busy with their various concerns, a street pitcher would only concern about sales…by day.

Nevertheless. Those days are over. And I will never want to see that life again, if there is anything that's "never" in life.

All I know and understand is to concentrate on my priorities in life. A career prospect. A life. A goal. A dream.

These would truly be living life. These are truly important, and not the buzz, the hype, the freedom… and fuzz about being a street pitcher on streets.

Andrew Toh