Last night, while I was at a downtown bar to hear a friend's band play to a packed house,
heads turned as this fellow walked through the crowd, toting a guitar case slung over his back.

Not one to miss an opportunity, I approached him as the crowd melted the other way.
He smelled a little strange and I couldn't make out all the slurred words,
but he agreed to let me take his photo and then headed back around to the front of the bar
and out the front door, into the night.

Thank goodness I carry that little Casio sometimes...