It’s Friday night and the homeless camp feels wild, like an old-time saloon. The whole gang relaxes under a big blue tarp. Conversations thread in and out like a crocheted sweater.
Super Dave snags his guitar and plays a few crooked chords. The conversations fade to a low whisper.
“Alright Justin. You ready for this?” Dave hollers.
“Im ready, man.” A mile wide smile stretches across my face.
Mark’s harmonica chugs like a freight train while Super Dave opens his mouth to sing… Listen to their song
