Roberto Clemente Bridge near Fort Duquesne Blvd before a Pirates game.

Drunk Middle-Aged Man: [to Street Musician with Keyboard] Hey, where’d you get that sound system?
Street Musician: You can borrow it from SPACE gallery on Liberty.
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: Really?
[…]
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: [to Bystander] Is there a keyboard store near SPACE?
Bystander: Uhh. . .not sure. Maybe.
[…]
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: Does that guy give lessons?
Bystander: Uhhh. . .maybe?
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: Are there piano teachers near SPACE?
Bystander: Maybe?
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: You ever heard of Michael Jackson?
Bystander: Yeah.
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: You know that song “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough?”
Bystander: Yep.
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: [eyes widen, leans in, whispers] I can play that song.
Bystander: Really?
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: Yep. […] What’s your name?
Bystander: Lisa.
Drunk Middle-Aged Man: [offers hand and shakes] I’m [Drunk Guy]. I’m goin’ to SPACE right now.
[walks away.] You’ll be hearin’ about me!