
The guitar player had the following look on his face the entire time he was playing. A kind of half-smile-squint... and the thought going through his head was probably akin to: "In Guatemala I owned acres of farmland. I had women, money and wine. And then there was that little incident with the machete and 32 unfortunate villagers... and now I play guitar and hawk CDs in America... at the ::a-hem:: "balloon festival"...

I hope you enjoy it more than I did :(
