sat on the corner. He played some bebop licks along with a tape player. I recognized it as one of those Jamie Aebersold play-a-long recordings. I stepped up and watched him for a second. I noticed at his feet was a milk crate full other tapes, some comic books and random audio cables. I recognized it all. It was stuff I tossed out a few days ago after drinking too much PBR in the middle of the afternoon and deciding it was time to spring clean my apartment. Little saxophone man was also wearing a hat from my High school golf team. I put three dollars in his case.
"Solid."