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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