Years ago I used to busk. In my mind, perhaps, followed. Strangers, bullies. So I invented a 1920s scenario where I was Apple Jack, hobo, guitarist, friend of Lucky Sam, hobo, guitarist. Just outside various cities in USA South. Often beside a river.
Some bunch of town bully bastards ripped are names to shreds and forced us to be down and out.
Endless defending ourselves.
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.