I got up to page 217 in editing when his voice vibrated in my train car.

Hearing something so angelic at 2:45 in the morning is dangerous.

"When A Man Loves A Woman" seeped from his vocal chords and dripped down his guitar. Young, attractive, but most importantly soulfully talented. I couldn't place his face at first, and I found myself scouring through the train car windows to catch a reflection. Defeated, I stood up and followed the direction of everyones eyes and ears. With his guitar and jar, I walked towards him. Embarassed at the feeble .35 I had in my pocket. His voice was, indeed, priceless. It was a throw back to music when it had a real message. This is the type of music that'll make you miss a train stop. The best soundtrack.