The guy doing magic on the train is the most benign version of showtime I've ever seen. I mean, he's not good or anything, but he's certainly not blaring shitty music at me while I try to read, instead turning a ball into a crystal ball, into a dollar bill, and back, while keeping up a stream of unwitty, but harmless, banter.
But when he starts talking about how "Jesus is the only one who does supernatural magic," I dive for my headphones. My favorite song fades in, and the Jesus magician fades away.
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