At the radio station bar. I’m putting quarters into the jukebox when this brother comes up to me…dressed like a rap video. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by the cover but there it is.

He taps my arm and says: “Hey…can I make a song request?” Man. Ok. “What?”
“Johnny Cash. Personal Jesus. Or Ring of Fire.”

Oh snap! That was the last song/artist I expected him to share. “Absolutely brother.”

He puts his hand on my shoulder and says openly and quietly: “Without Johnny Cash we wouldn’t be able to deal with the shit in this life. Our shit. You know?”

YES. I almost hugged him.
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