Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I woke up the next morning with Carynne knocking on the door. My head was still under a pile of pillows and so Ziggy got up first. He answered the door buck naked, which seemed overly Ziggy-like even for him, except maybe he knew who it was.
“Not to rush you but a shuttle’s taking us to the airport in a little over an hour,” she said.( Read the rest of this entry » )