You pursue that profoundly American art form, blues music. You chase that strange alchemy that lets you sing mournfully about unhappiness and bad luck and somehow sometimes wind up cheerful at the end of it. You presumably have a slouch hat and sunglasses.
I’m a Blues Musician, of course I can play guitar and harmonica, develop a fanbase, get backstage.
Substitutes for: Status.
Feature: Resists challenges to Helplessness.
Feature: Evaluates Helplessness.