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　　Mr. Good 优秀英语作文 I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a an bass player all the onth after I got there, I left her for a toney for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig since I’d moved. I tried finding usic store, and then started applying anyotels, convenience stores—and finally to stay out of a homeless shelter I had to pay guitars uch, a 1965 Gibson Hummingbird. I stayed drunk for tixing mortar and carrying bricks, essed y hands. The second ashed a thumbnail. Everyday I ake sure the guitar ovie. He orning I got up at five and made the half-hour p service, a trailer set up in a gravel lot. The place looked like a used car dealership ed Purcell e the cro pretty sure. They stayed to themselves, so I’d stand alone oke and drink coffee and think about hoash the guitar over a loe y high school let out he iss him any e outfit Hank . The radio issing. I reminded him ho a pint of bourbon he pulled from under the seat. He offered me the bottle but I shook my head. Don’t drink? he asked. I shrugged. He nodded. Don’t seem to talk, either. After seven years that crae. I turned ay an e. Your grandma tells me you’re playing no. artin’s Drugs saying I had a Traile and opened it I found a nemingbird. The guitar of the case int i bought it neday e Bob otel in oddessa tex 8 yeer ago and it ost nite and their it him since. If he ore I . onday and Tuesday I’d have enough to go back to Dallas—and then suddenly an angry shout came from behind the trailer, then another. The lot quickly fell silent. Then the Spanish started up again and most of the men e running, and in about tinutes the place e. I kept of the arc lights. I didn’t knoatter an staggered around the side of the trailer. He e he said something in Spanish. He e. Then he just stopped and stood there. I could hear his breathing. He sank to his knees like a camel sitting do. He had rolled onto his back and e standing over him he started talking in Spanish. He had a rip in the side of his thin jacket a