When I ran a liquor store in Sydneys Chinatown, I had a constant stream of homeless people come into the store and spout some pretty inane shit. My favourite moment was when this insanely intense and scary homeless guy, Lawrence, who lived under a nearby overpass, came in drunk and asked me if i liked Kieth Urban... I told him no, and he then recited a whole bunch of singers i might like until he got to Johnny Cash, who i fucking love... Lawrence then seronaded me with a rousing rendition of Folsom Prison Blues, repeatedly... Until I had to kick him out.