Another obstacle on my way turned out to be a bullying saxophonist with a sad dog. I had "Mousetrap" finished, when he towered above me, demanding to go away from "his" underground passage where he's been playing for 12 years. Threatened to call his boys. I don't like to be spoken to in that way and to get threatened. So the boys (just some guys who were passing through) came to help me (and him too) when I was in his clutch, deciding whether I should tear his ear away or poke out his eye with my free hand. I lost my guitar. He lost his watch. Then an elderly woman scolded us. Then I got busy with a ridiculously drunk teen, who was about to throw up on the remains of my guitar and the stool, he asked me to escort him to the metro station. An interesting day.