Me and Dan
On a road trip from LA to Little Rock, I met a guy at a dusty old filling station somewhere on I-40 past Needles. He noticed me looking at him and his well autographed guitar, and he asked me if I played. When I said I did, he asked me to play him a song. I did, and when I finished he asked me to sign it too.
He literally called himself a hobo. Said he'd fallen on hard times about 5 years ago, and since he was about to be living on the streets, he bought a decent backpack/frame, sleeping bag etc. He went on to say he had always wanted to see the country, and if he was going to be on the streets, he'd might as well travel.
He was quite a nice fellow, and he never asked me for a thing.
Felt like the ghost of Woodie Guthrie - or Tom Joad
