Monday, September 21, 2015

New Strings

So I was at a gas station, and as I walked out this
unwashed kid in his early twenties, with a guitar 
case, asked me for a dollar. I said "what, you 
a musician?". He then explained that he was a 
beginner with a broken string. His name was Ronnie. 
He was trying to get some food and water and 
dental floss, then eventually a new string. He had 
been riding freight cars across the US for 
three straight years. 

So I went into my bag and got a whole brand 

new set of nice acoustic strings, and strung his 
guitar and tuned it up and gave him some 
pointers, right there by the gas pump. 
Maybe he'll write a great song out 
there on those strings.

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