Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
Ziggy and I slept in the same bunk. Good thing we’re small.
We didn’t conk out right away. We lay there, spooned, our heads on the same pillow, talking quietly for a little while.
“I guess I really can’t get out of going to your family Christmas this year,” Ziggy said with a low chuckle.( Read the rest of this entry » )