I was in my studio and could hear horrible sounds emanating from the street. It was alarming. It sounded like a man in pain screaming at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t see who it was from my window but the shrills were piercing. I knew I needed to call 911 quickly and rushed downstairs to better understand what was happening.
A lone man stood on the corner whaling, he was obviously in great pain yet no one would go near him. As I drew close I noticed he was playing a guitar as he screamed. He did not appear injured and when he saw me he stopped, looked at me and asked “How cha like it, man? Wanna hear more?”
I looked him for a moment. Walked up, grabbed his guitar and exercising great restraint I smashed it on the curb. I had considered smashing it on his head.