Now youre gone

I met Blind John McNair.


And life was like a song.

He was playing at Main n Deaf Street, and so i went.

Drinking was he, at the bar, when i came in. Lonely, speaking to himself in his cloud of blindness, lanky, long, enormous.

Clearly drunk.

Obviously drunk.

Announcement came.

He picked up his all brass guitar, went before the crowd, chatted with it for half an hour before abruptly clinging the alien metal thing. And then... then life was like a song.