I remember a while back I was walking down the street and a homeless guy that looked to be in his twenties with tatoos all over his face asked me if I could listen to his poem. So I gave it a listen and it was haunting. I could see references to the beat generation, folk music and slam poetry. He asked if I could spare some change and when I reached into my pocket, all I found was a Hohner Big River Harp key of A that I had just bought. I don't know why but I just gave it to him. He seemed to like it enough. Aint seen him since. This story just reminded me of that.