So, I was just thinking about the band trip to Philadelphia this past November, and I remembered this guy my friends and i met. He looked pretty homeless, and he was just walking around in front of the mall with a guitar in the below-freezing weather. He stopped in front of us, and asked if we would like to hear a song he wrote. Up close, he looked 50 or 60 years old. Before we could even really get the word "yes" out of our mouths, he started plying. It was phenomenal. This guy was amazing. After he finished, he asked for requests. Being from Alabama, it was inevitable that someone in our group would request "Sweet Home Alabama." I was dreading the moment when it would happen, and, sure enough, the song was requested only seconds after the thought entered my head. The man began playing chords that were clearly not Sweet Home Alabama, and spouting lyrics that were also in no way affiliated with the song. He began asking us questions about Alabama as he played, and when he worked our answers into his song, we began to realize that he had been making this whole thing up off the top of his head for the past three minutes. It was about then that we started giving him money. When we left, we talked about how good we felt, how great the music was, and how we hoped the money helped feed that guy or his family for the night. Then, someone said that he probably would use it for drugs. But, you know what? I like to think he ate well that night.