"A lot."

The night was cold, surely more than others, it was a rough day today but you was relieved that you're way to your house now. Yet, there was something your ear slowly catch from the distance, a voice. "But he didn't have the money for a guitar. What could he do?" A men's voice, a rough and tired one, it was easy to say the man use or used to smoke."Should have been a politician. But he never had a proper education..." Was he singing? ir seems so, you follow the voice, founding yourself walking into a dark alley where, you noticed how cold was there, even more than some steps back."What could he do? Should have been a father... But he never even made it to his twenties..." The sign of the man stopped, yet he didn't looked at you. "Such a cold night, isn't kid?" He spoke, a calm in his voice, unusual to faces of homeless around. "Ladies like you shouldn't be outside in this time, less this place." He suggest, resting his back in the wall, half of his face visible for you.