Rock n Roll

OK, this is going to be a really bad story. I mean, any story that starts out with "Rock n Roll" is going to be a bad one, especially if I'm the one writing it. But here goes anyway:
Wandering through Hells Kitchen on Sunday wondering what I'm going to do today. Up ahead I hear a guitar playing and a guy singing. Across the street there are a couple of people staring. I look ahead and see this guy, the guy in the picture above, facing them, playing his guitar and singing. He finishes up with a big windmill stroke on the strings, then another, and then a third and screams, "YEAH, ROCK N ROLL!!" and starts walking down the street.

By the time I catch up with him, guitar, studded leather and all, I see he has a mini-amp clipped to his belt and plugged into his guitar.

Yeah, Rock n Roll!