Scalper

Scalper is selling me a ticket again, he touts the ticket with his hands, and my leery ticket dirt is all over my money as I hand it to him. The scalper is the palpitation of live music, the dealer in humdrum heroin tunes and tight-sweet polo music. I leave Scalper behind and enter into the musician's performance space. He's added a 'y' at the end, but he's missed out the 'y' at the beginning and end. I'm sharded, but he's only the support act, bring on the real quiff. Major deal, Debussy appeal, get him off, Scalper, give me a refund. Scalper slips away, once sold, tickets are not refundable, neither are Ticketmaster's, neither are Quiff.com's.