"I like the strumming" - anonymous

I began the month of September by going out on the town and talking to everyone and anyone I came across. The mission, besides spreading smiles, was to find a place to keep my head and things at night for the next three weeks before I am allowed to move into the studio apartment I’ve rented. Honestly, I was seeking for a charitable good-willed offer in exchange for work or music. I told my story and gave out my phone number to a few good folks in hopes that they might hear of something suitable. The beautiful lady Jane in the tourist information center responded by saying she would take me in. Then chuckled nervously as her co-working ladies gave us a disapproving glance and butted in with information about websites for finding room shares. Jane had the right idea. But I was too mixed up at the moment to enquire further about the seriousness of her offer.

I wrote some lyrics when I got home:

lookin for a place to crash

though he doesn’t have no cash

would you buy his smile

and his singing style

hey hey man

I respect the way you travel the land

Just playing your tunes

Won’t you liven up my rooms

Andy’s gonna sleep tonight

Andy’s gonna eat tonight

Andy’s gonna write you a song

To keep his living going

Lookin for a lovely match

Though he can’t attach

Would you buy his smile

Even for a little while

Hey hey boy

I like the way you’re strumming that toy

I’ve got the perfect place for you 
to rest your head my friend

Andy’s gonna sleep tonight

Andy’s gonna eat tonight

Andy’s gonna write you a song

To keep his loving on

Before going to bed, I found a note on my door at the hostel I’m staying at. It read:

“I like the strumming :D”