So is this encounter for Sheryl Crowe real, or are you just being poetic?

I'm not sure why you started the story over at this point:

"I’m a Guinness on Draft Dude — and I fancy a fine breakfast stout. I opened my journal and started writing. All of this is in my notes."

I'm also feeling a little confused by what role Tim plays in the story. He was a guy you visited and had a job nearby before this Sheryl Crowe encounter?

I'm drawn to this story. Do you mind giving me a crack at editing your work? Maybe I can make something better out of it and we can partner up?