He waves a hand. "Ah, he's just got a couple of screws loose, been through some hard times. It happens on the street. You gotta catch him at the right moment, usually when he's been sitting fireside with a drink for a while and starts calling you Valentin. But you know, he's great at cards and he knows every word to La Vie En Rose-- you just got to keep your things with you tight or he'll try to waltz with them."

He folds his arms and bobs his head, smiling. He can almost hear it now and he laughs at the vision of his guitar taken from his hands. Maybe he should pay the old man a visit some time. At the right moment.

"Of course, you're not going to do that because even if you aren't under the drinking age, you've still got classes and once he starts there's no leaving."