John Prine - The Man With White Hair

Two men sat down a few seats away. They were decades older than me, probably in their sixties or early seventies. After they sat i heard the guy with white hair say he wanted to sit closer to me. He got up and moved one seat away. And then he stared out of the corner of my eye. I could see his eyes, big and unblinking. So i kept my eyes fixed on the stage as aon news we have t but the man kept at it. The next time he went to go by a beer, i stood up and moved away. Went down into an empty box seat in front of us and re focused my attention on the show.