Tom walked in with the guitar over his shoulder and a can of Budweiser in his right hand. His eyes were sad, always wet. His steps were unsteady and he didn’t hit any passenger with his guitar just by chance. He crossed almost the whole carriage and stopped in front of the last door. He tried to stand still, but the movement of the train and the alcohol in his empty stomach made he move back and forth like in a weird dance. Carefully, Tom looked for something on the floor. He was satisfied with a gap between two seats, and there he laid his can of beer. He came back to the space near the door, got the guitar, hit the strings without making much noise. After a few attempts, Tom energetically played some chords and started singing loud. He sang sad songs about lost loves, and lost people much like himself.