#13, rated T: Engineer.
Engineer runs his fingers over the strings of his guitar, savoring the sound it makes, a certain sort of slide that he can't describe. He's had the old girl for years. He can still remember the day he got it: He was sixteen, bored, needed something more to do. He had figured it would be a good way to attract women.
Now, as he sits by his lonely little fire, strumming a tune that comes without conscious thought, he shakes his head. It had worked, but where was his girl now? Six feet under, only alive in song.
Goodnight, Irene.