Big Davey T. could not hold down a job and he could not carry a tune, so when he set out to become a professional musician it would have been a big surprise to his friends and family had they heard the news, but they had not seen Big Davey T. for some time. Big Davey T. had been living on the streets some and in the shelters, selling books from streetside tables, like he’d seen the crackheads do. He had not played guitar since high school, but bought one at a pawn shop and took it in to the metro station. He played and sang, and to him, it was beautiful.
[Sorry this is kind of lame. So busy! Next week I'll get started farther in advance.]
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